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When You're Gone
The cold air swirled around the Burrow, the ever present fog hovering above the snow blanketed ground. The trees were white and heavy with snow and the chickens were locked in their warm sheds. Soft, warm light emitted from the windows, and even outside the faint, warbling vocals of Celestina Warbeck’s jazzy single ‘A Cauldron Full Of Hot, Strong Love’ could be heard...
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