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On Saturday, towards early evening, the skies began to clear. The first moment of sun after a month of rain – oh so sweet. Suddenly all was open, and we needed to get out. We drove a few moments from the house and stopped to wander along the lanes.
The light was melting to honey and the air was cool, in a tentative Summer evening way. I walked and wrapped my scarf around my shoulders, looking, breathing. Then, through and into these lonely trees, a moment stopped, the air filled with crackled silence and pine, leaf and camomile..a mysterious lost place to feel close to creatures, they rustled, crept and flew unseen..eerie magic..
When you see the sun, you see the shade..here was both, and ground as dry as dry – only a memory of rain..
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