It's been a while since I posted but I'm still here. The recovery road has been rough of late and flare-ups of any kind dry up my blogging juices, but dammit I don't want to stop. So I'm going to keep the bar low. A few lines will do.
Let me tell you about this morning's gale. A wild one. The last few leaves from the silver birch danced and and soared in front of the kitchen window like so many yellow butterflies. The tree herself swayed and shuddered, tossing her branches as a woman might her long hair.
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