The White Hare
It was just before dawn. A cold wind swept the bare branches of the trees and the first snowdrops held their leaves close to their stalks in an attempt to keep warm. David stood looking…
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Song of a White Hare
I search far and wide for you in forests full of falling leaves Through meadows wet with dew underneath a sky that grieves You think you see me running through the misty air, but then…