In the stone bowl of the bird-bath rainwater reflections razzle, copper leaves still jiggling in the beech tree dazzle, backlit by sharp autumn sun. On the edge of the bowl, a robin puffs up his scarlet breast, competing with burnished berries lighting up the hedge, portents of cold weather, while other birds flock together, […]
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