Wolf had gone to bed early, as he felt funny. Old Fox lit the candle & found him his Russian fairy-tales to read. Just rest now, love, he said. And Wolf read his stories & had his tisane & watched the angels in the dark Welsh skies, heavy with stars, ablaze outside his window.
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