wind swept

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high above the town – birds

a tree covered with ivy

chattering excitedly

silent clouds scud overhead

sweeping dried leaves from the sky

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The last day of August, 2014.

At twilight, before the horizon, the late summer sun sets behind a bank of cloud.

Over Mont St. Michel, the sky is clear, save an occasional floc that drifts on the wind.

As the light fades, numerous flocks of birds rise from the grassy tidal plains, alighting in the same tree,

looking down on the small commercial centre still buzzing with people.

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