Hello Rhubarb my old friend
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The creeks and crackles inside the cold tin can were softened with shimmering candlelight. The winter had been long, the days short and company sparse for the hero of the Yorkshire Triangle.
The ever-present night (a foe turned friend) spoke to the stems with an ease and a warmth that was surely reserved for the sun - yet out of the calmness came something entirely unexpected.
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A tale of unlikely friendship, a man called Robert and learning to embrace The Darkness.
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