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birds flying on horizon at sunrise

The scene was like a painting...

It was a bitterly cold day and we had five minutes or so before the hearse and congregation arrived. The team were gathered and chatting quietly in the warmth of the chapel.

I stepped outside and joined a colleague and we turned to take in the view. The large pond had recently been cleared of most of the bullrushes that were choking her, and a forgotten fountain was singing in the middle. Our gazes lifted to the fields behind, as we watched the birds wheeling from the trees, across a sharp, blue sky, with the odd puff of cloud.

We paused and stood in silence.

The hearse pulled onto the driveway and we joined our colleagues to stand together and bow.


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