Tuesday, June 27, 2023

Teapot, moth and smoke.

1. Tea from a large blue willow pattern pot.

2. We stop to look at a dead moth, luminous grey on the dark shaded leaf litter, weightless as a shadow on my hand.

3. The smell of campfire smoke in Bettany's hair. 

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