On most days I walk once around the park and write 30 words about it.
Friday, 3 July 2009
Rock Cottage, clockwise. 8.15pm.
Where last night the rain flowed down the edges of the paths, ripe grass seeds lie waiting for the wind. Each one is a love letter addressed to next summer.
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I love how you've worded this, it's so lovely and poetic :)
2 comments:
I love how you've worded this, it's so lovely and poetic :)
inspired.
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