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'rain on the wind' There are certain days when the air is still, warm, the sky is grey and overcast, and it speaks of change, even in stillness. Nothing moves around you, but nothing ceases to move. There is something in the air, it's electric, and whilst you hear the crystal clear birdsong of the willy wagtail, you can smell the rain coming on the wind... Everything is alive. |
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