Tag: Thankless
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Cathedral Close
It is eight o’clock. From the great Gothic mass of the cathedral a tintinnabulation of bells proclaims the hour. Skies of grey: footsteps echo on the cobbles of the Close, and birch trees that line Cathedral Green’s flat acres of grass drip solemnly, the rain’s history whispered among their leaves. The shower has passed, they…
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