In the evening I walk. Often I do in the morning too, wrapped up against a veil of mist that shrouds as the lightest rain leaving my skin dewdamp. But the evenings are prettier. And warmer. So that I shed layers as I go. The sun has burned a hole through the cloud which sits low [...]
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