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The Twelfth Day of River Stones

Birdsong – at last - in the late dawn a bit of hope for lighter days. The blackbird sings a sharp and purposeful song and tails off to a ‘so there’ mutter. The robin is irrepressibly cheerful and irresistibly positive. At last the crows don’t have it all their own way.


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