The blustery wind has blown the hawthorn blossom off prematurely and the roadsides are strewn with forlorn flowers and sycamore leaves. But the countryside looks untouched; it’s green and lush, it’s bright and beautiful. I wear my sunglasses on top of my head or put them in my pocket so I can admire her in full blown, vibrant summery technicolour.
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