Washing
drags in cleanly falls, sunstroked and lightening. September tick-tock opens up
cool air-filled spaces, quietly and relentlessly. Zen voice says lavender
lavender lavender lavender, arresting and liberating. Wheelie bin shunts up
against spring weather, clunky and practical. Bees cotton on in their brisk
fashion, hovering and bouncing. Science voice says 10000 things, pontificating.
Bible voice says ‘nard and saffron’, softly. Fence leans this way and that way,
agreeably and irreplaceably. People snip snap in their passing manner,
commenting and ignoring. Naturalist voice hails an important import,
instinctively and learnedly. Universe motors on in its outward way, magisterial
and inexplicable.
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