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Through the hills we go ⁠//
Although aware of the current pandemic, she's unafraid of the virus: our brave and cunning warrior gladly takes on every task that comes onto her path, whether that is sitting on her protectees' lap to ensure no virus is approaching or demanding more cuddles to fight off negativity. ⁠
At one point last year I decided to do a new year's post with some light painting. And then left it till the very last moment to actually do it. Surprisingly enough it turns out to be quite hard, so this is the only result that resembles '2020' a tiny little bit.⁠
The longest night has come and passed, the days are slowly about to get longer again. The sun is creeping back into our lives; technically speaking that is since there's been nothing but clouds and rain here, but more light must equal a brighter outlook on the world.⁠
New places, new people, new weather. Get on a train and travel, take a boat and sail. After mere hours the weather has become their normal, instead of yours. ⁠
Winter is coming in, and the plants in our garden have prepared to hibernate another cold, dreary winter. No more leaves, no more flowers. Arid sticks and mushy grounds is all that is left-over from what used to be a vibrant centre of wildlife, where bird raised their kids and domesticated cats channelled their wild roots. Filled with the buzzing of bees and the occasional scattering of very tiny feet.⁠
The cold mornings are upon us again, and the bed seems to be an impenetrable fortress where no-one gets out. Alas, this is to be our life for now.⁠
I'm not a massive city fan, I prefer the quietness of the outside but views like this make almost dying everyday worth it.⁠
Good morning, Mister Magpie⁠

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