A wisp of yellow appears out the corner of our eye, it is a curved singular shape against the grey of the day. The grey sky is a hangover from the season’s past, borrowed days which we would happily return. On these days edged with coldness, shadows form and long moods are felt, yellow appears. Today it is in the form of poppy. It is a glimmer of gol…
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