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We went for a walk in the twilight darkness, grey sky insidious, friendly purple leaves tinkled and gave way to forest green, wet stone steps led down through a fantasy of tangled branches, the smell of jasmine cool against the smell of rain. We walked along the water, silent, rippling, grey-green-blue and dark grey sky…

Somewhere it’s raining

How often have I wandered, my mind softly across the crumpling, crunching terrain of imagination and broken into flight until I am in the clouds the reaching, growing greyness, billowing with laced diamonds of rain the smell of anticipation dancing, the ice-cold weightlessness of grey magic pushing me Earthwards. How often have I found myself…