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Starry Starry Nights

This, another of my early haiku, and an old favourite. Watching the stars, listening to the day become evening, then night; the twinkling of cottage lights appearing one by one on the distant hillsides-yellow stars, fallen from the violet, not-quite-black, sky. High up, unseen, a lone Curlew calls ...

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