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 'Can you remember?' She asked softly moving her lips against my neck so that I could feel the word shapes shaped from warm breath. I turned to her and and looked into the green spokes of her eyes. 'Of course.' I smiled' although it was certain to be obscured by the darkness. 'And well?' 'We were alone in the soft and failing blue light. Against the light the ripe corn were silhouettes.' Posted by Martin | Comment (14) Category: View all Photographs, Colour, Flora and Fauna, Skies | |
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