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The drone of a single bee hidden beside the shed. A wood pigeon calls. A rook answers. The sun slowly emerges in a bath of blue sky.
At breakfast, they took away my donuts. WB: Of course you’re mad. Why do you think they’ve gone through such lengths to confine you..
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