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The twins are the symbol of Gemini, suggesting the duality of the Gemini character.

People born under this sign are very versatile and adaptable. Gemini is an air sign, which indicates compromise.

Geminis are attracted to Virgos, Librans and Sagittarians.

Famous Geminis include Sir Arthur Conan Doyle , Marilyn Monroe and Ann Frank.
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THE SEASON ENDS


 The bright sun watches over a fresh autumnal day. It is warm, but not enough to have evaporated the diamond droplets of morning dew liberally spread upon the velvet green blades of grass. There is hardly any breeze, very little movement and an air of peaceful silence. The smooth rolling of the tide humming in the background provides a blanket on which to whisper. It is like the ‘night sound’ that is always there waiting, when venturing out into the darkness.

 Everyone is well behaved and standing around as if hypnotised or meditating. The gravel path doesn’t speak and the Ice Age has gone into hibernation. A goose calls and tries to wake it up, but to no avail. Small wings disturb the air as a sparrow takes flight and a magpie flaps its applause. One lonely pigeon perches where it has never been before because of human activity. Peafowl and Silkies stare at each other in lazy silence. Only the small birds sing today, just a brief exploratory burst seeking reassurance that all is well.

 The Dreaming Tree regains its colour as Seals patrol their pools causing the faintest of ripples as they glide. It has been a long summer and now is the resting time; a time when there is nothing to fear. Even the Snowy Owl extends its boundary and hisses a warning from the wire mesh, while the Shetland ponies walk side by side licking and gripping the sweet tender shoots of grass with ravenous enthusiasm.

 It is the time when puppy seals are born way beyond the sand dunes, out there with the night sound. It is a time when the breeding season begins and the tourist season ends. It is a time when the seal hospital will become busy.  Are they hypnotised? Meditating? Or just simply waiting?

 The gravel path doesn’t speak; the Ice Age stays in hibernation and seabirds call with the crispness of a cold winter. The large lattice gates slowly close and come together like theatre curtains in the middle of a play. The interval has begun..
THE SEASON ENDS

The Dreaming Tree