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The rain falls like noise on a television screen, covering the ground with a shimmering film of water. The sun shines through it with a sepia light. A picture of an autumn shower caught in the window’s wooden frame.
I stroke it through her fur, leaving perfect lines. She loves its white plastic bristles, its red wooden back. Eventually she’ll start to play, but for now she just luxuriates.
Painted in bright colours, it draws in young and old. As the handle is turned, it reads familiar tunes from punched cardboard strips. A group of tiny wooden morris men dance, play and drink to entertain the crowds.