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With a sniffle and a snuffle, and a sudden snort, the silences of darkness are rare and short, there’s a giggle and a gurgle, and a low long growl, a hiss, a hum, a murmur,

Along the lane from Arthur’s Stone [collapsed remains from times long gone, some ‘cromlech’ ancient burial mound once buried underneath the ground] to Merbach hill, with blue-domed sky: