This is an evolving, luxurious and lingering love story. It began prosaically with just the auspicious ingredients of a girl and a raven in a world that was otherwise empty. She had been alone until the raven came and an upstart realm of love and hope was embodied by it's caressing wings; they hugged, embraced and enveloped her. The bird called her name in it's peculiar way and soft rain began to fall. As she turned her intoxicated face upwards, a curling, swirling, feather fell from the captivated corner of her eye. Touching her ruddy cheek, it then spiralled down and clutched at her collar before melting away in the mysteries of the downpour. When the precipitation eased, then ceased, it's...