So I got up the next day, opened the curtains, and then
sort of melted back on to the bed (it was that stultifying hot one last week), and
- watching the squirrels playing-around in the little willow between the two old
beeches on the other side of the road - consciously asked myself if I felt any
different, if the world felt any different, if anything had changed?
The answer to all my
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