Sunday, May 08, 2005

Sour, summer birds and gold.

1. Hot lemon and honey.

2. As I walked through my parents' front door, I heard the cuckoo. And then I was dive-bombed by a swallow.

3. The last glints of the sun seen through the trees on the horizon.
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Slow worm, peacock butterfly and striations.

1. A slow worm backs into his burrow, his mild resentful gaze holding ours. 2. Peacock butterfly -- Persian rug colours -- rests open in the...

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