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A short winter love story, chapter 2
They danced again on the pond last night beneath a sky clear of all but stars and then she gave her rust red lover the gift of a lapwing. He left the wrapping in the lane, still soft, beaded with frozen tears.
Heart wrenching and lovely...
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Ulla
...more lovely images to carry with me.
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