. . Because of you, inside this noisy world, I began to hear the white line hum, of the beauty in the detail. You came quietly into the blue/gold of morning, led me to a whisper of faint magic, fallen on to the grass, lifted it out, showed it to me. It was beautiful enough before, soft to the hand, leaning in the breeze. But you reflected light on to every waving, surfaced thing, made every flourish, every song it possessed, […]

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