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Sitting here on the patio in the cool of an evening, sipping whisky. Lone
birds, wending home across the heavens. Fleecy cirrus, pink-tinted by the
setting sun, drifts in from the souwest forming exotic fish in my vast
aquarium of darkening blue sky. Bedtime rooks shout from the copse
beyond the roofs; last of the birds chirping in the trees; cool air drifting in
with a damp night-smell of nearby fields where a crow coughs and scours
for supper. Cat slinks by with wicked eyes, on the prowl for a vole or
mouse... Flowers will soon be closing for the night. I open a beer and
thank God that my love is still by my side.