Cornwall in January.
Cornwall in January.
Church bells ringing through the rain
Seagull perched upon the highest rooftop
Blackbirds skating through the sky
Clouds sobbing against my windowpane
Chimney tops spluttering like an old man in pain
A congregation of little houses huddled undercover of black slate
Jostling for a view of the sea
Blotted out by a sheet of grey—
This is...
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