Morning has broken

Few things more pleasant,

in old age or young,

than sitting on a hill,

on a clear, almost frosty

morning, mist filling the

valleys, and listening

to a butcher bird

song notes

cascading through

the silent air,

while your dog sits,

quietly, beside you.

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