Lulu's Christmas Eve
It was
Christmas Eve, and the light was already fading at four o'clock in the afternoon. Down beside the Truro River at Sunny Corner, the echoing call of the curlew haunted the tree-clad slopes, with winter branches now stark black against a purple sky. High water was just past, and the brimming tide lapped against the old granite walls of the quay, as a gentle north-west breeze fanned tiny wavelets in the channel. Far away, at the head of the river, traffic rushed out of the city at the end of the last working day before the Christmas break ...........................
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