Early Rising
It was 4am on Saturday morning, and Pablo and I were sitting in the garden listening to the dawn chorus. It wasn’t planned because I am not a morning person. I do not wake with the sun. I do not bathe in dew drops. I squeeze every possible minute out of my duvet, then wait a minute more before bitterly starting the day. But this morning Pablo decided he…
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