
The townships are mainly clustered along the eastern slopes and, in winter, lose the sun soon after midday. The air rapidly chills. As evening draws near, darkness wells up from across the vales of the Severn and the Avon, dispelling the pastel hues of the dying day.
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It makes me feel sad, but it's not a bad thing.
Thanks, Lee.
Blues Mama - no emotional string unplucked.
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