When I opened the curtains in the morning half-light, I could just make out a small flock of redwing in the Hawthorn across the road, feasting on berries. I put my slippers on and walked down the hall to the kitchen to fill the kettle and start making breakfast, feeling the noticeable chill of autumn air from the draughty windows. I smiled at the rock…
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