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Dawn is held back, reluctant. The skylight window pane is awash. The wind whips the tall birch, slaps leaves and winged seeds against the glass.
Clouds lour and, for a moment, lighten. The rain halts and blackbirds appear in the birch trees. Where were they in the wild time? The whistling wind is gone but the sky grows darker, presaging rain.