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Wild Writing in Wessex - The Long Twilight

PostPosted: Sun Aug 06, 2017 6:39 pm
by Nicola Chester
'The mobs become more mobile as the owls wake to hunt. The songbirds are late to relinquish the day – perhaps on second or third broods – and the owls are impatient to begin hunting; the nights are short enough. There is a fraught, fractious overlap: an uneasy twilight that lengthens inexorably into undefined boundaries' ... A stoat like a fired elastic band, a badger that kicks dust up my own bare legs ... the evenings lenghten inexorably, blurring all boundaries: