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Another storm blew in last night, set the rain hammering against the windows. But it had blown itself out well before dawn.
A still morning in the forest. Tawny owls calling. Faint constellations among hazy cloud. The Pleiades half-seen when looked at indirectly - a ghost glimpsed in the corner of the eye. The Dark Path between the pines is very dark indeed these late November mornings. Black path, black pines: and Cassiopeia hanging above in the thin strip of night sky between the branches.
A still morning in the forest. Tawny owls calling. Faint constellations among hazy cloud. The Pleiades half-seen when looked at indirectly - a ghost glimpsed in the corner of the eye. The Dark Path between the pines is very dark indeed these late November mornings. Black path, black pines: and Cassiopeia hanging above in the thin strip of night sky between the branches.
