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Wednesday, 11 June 2025

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I left the garden

To come to the green

I left the mirrors

To capture the bigger picture


How old is the boy

Who picks up the conkers

How old is the tree

Which obscures the sky


I left the footpath

To walk by the deer park

I left the old wisdom

To seek out new adventures


How early

Is the dew on the grass

How soon

Does the morning mist rise