Lilac’s Locus Clouds in contrast, as night fades... Hidden in the shadow-dark, underfoot - astride the windblown crinkle-leaf of a season ago, a violaceous crocus begins to dream of the end of the dream- time and the skybowl (soon!) of light. Cut through the indigo, a black-fletched line; one single goose. Now two.
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