Beginning late, fog and pigeon on a pot.

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1. The radio conjures up Thomas Tallis's Spem in Alium. We lie in the dark and let our day begin late.

2. Our world has become small, swaddled in fog.

3. Pigeon crouched on a warm chimney pot.

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