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Of a swallow, a heron and a sycamore

It was my birthday lately. The previous night, I dreamt of swallows. They lived in a nest which happened to be hung inside, near a French window that my father left ajar. I looked after them. I had a house martin once, when I was seveteen (or was it eighteen ?). The link is relevant… Continue reading Of a swallow, a heron and a sycamore