It's raining. My dad cut the hedges in the garden this morning and there's a glistening scattering of leftover leaves, like the remains of a spring wedding. There's something magnificent about the clouds today. They seem more corporial than usual; they have sharp outlines and crisp contours, sailing overhead like giant marble sculptures
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