Monthly Archives: September 2014

Maturing slowly:

First crunch of autumn, In the ‘Indian summer’ – Strawberries ripen. Advertisements

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School of hard knocks:

A ripe conker falls, Released from the mother tree – Shell flies with a thud.

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The barely noticed kiss:

A downy feather, Drifting slowly to the ground – Touch worth waiting for.

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