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It was my 58th birthday, a bright frosty October night with a full moon, and I went dancing (as I often did at the full moon) up on a single-track road overlooking the pass at Rest-and-Be-Thankful. As I danced to my own singing, an owl swooped around me, also singing. I'd been very ill that summer and would have to leave Scotland for drier climes before true winter, so I was doubly grateful to the owl for dancing and singing to celebrate with me. When I got home around midnight I wrote this.
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