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diary 24.06.19

a sweeping wind, and the shuddering grass. watch glossy-bodied beetles scuttle between buttercups, they’re darting from dark to dark, gifting glimpses of golden shell. balance forget-me-nots on fingertips, your favourites are the flowers coloured a slight rosy lilac, like a midsummer sky at twilight. the field in which you sit is surrounded by a tangle of stinging nettles, and sticky star cleavers, too, tall trees with speckled trunks.

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