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Time to change

  The leaves of the silver birch rustle delicately in a lukewarm breeze, rippling shadows onto the grass, rippling sea song┬áto my ears. My eyes take in translucent stream lazily curling from a patterned mug, dark strong coffee cooling slowly from rosebuds and clay. A juvenile robin explores under the blackcurrant bush, a ball of… Read More Time to change