In the watercolour wash blue of the midafternoon sky, clouds block the sun.
They hurl shifting shadows on to the ground below. I throw my jumper off, tip my head and spread my arms wide to wallow in the warmth.
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In the watercolour wash blue of the midafternoon sky, clouds block the sun.
They hurl shifting shadows on to the ground below. I throw my jumper off, tip my head and spread my arms wide to wallow in the warmth.
Read More