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Night.
I am transported by
a narrow orange moon
and a million stars
the still cool air
the silence of the yard
I am welcomed by
a single ghostly owl swoop
over the sheep fields
the creak of my gate
the scratch of my key on the lock
then
the silent click...
Sunday 18th November 2018 12:23 pm

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