One duotone memory - a scenic backdrop in oils green paint splashes on a sunburnt canvas hard to imagine it was such - only last summer our last summer - two ants in a jam-packed London square picnic chairs stamping out ownership of shade those few jagged shards that cool at the boundary edge but even there you perspired in deep oily furrows and the lilac scent of Buddleia fatigued anxious butterflies Still the paint of many summers smells fresh in my veins even as the year advances like armies towards inexorable victory to Remembrance and field poppies long gone skylarks and cracked earth where spiders ran from our dry footsteps now I step ankle deep in amber under uncertain clouds
Making some memories and metaphors with Björn at dVerse
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