5.30am in the forest. Orion overhead, slowly fading.
Night still in the west. A pale gold moon setting between the pines, not quite full, not quite perfectly round; a clipped coin, and the tawny owls demanding to know who is responsible - Who? Who? Who-who-who-whooooo!Don't ask me, tawny owls. You were the ones guarding the moon. I only just got
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