... on a chilly January day, Abby & I drove dear Frida out to The Walls, parked up by the water and made bacon sandwiches under the grill to keep out the cold as the winter whipped up around outside the van.
As we set the world to rights, a pair of swans began a graceful dance just outside the van door... slowly copying each other, wings out, heads bobbing up and down until finally they drew their long necks back and down to meet and form the shape of a heart...
We stopped blethering on about loves lost and, sipping our hot coffee, peered silently out of the door, watching their courting dance...
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