a soft and soul-full morning walking the old railway track to check up on goats – 8 visible contentedly chewing the cud. A wild flower mosaic: pyramid orchid patches, bold buddleia, glowing dog roses – their delicate and large petals gradually became a focus for work. I collected only the fallen… the dew (and my spit) held them only briefly to these disused posts.
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Fallen beauty even if transient