1. Cobwebs gleam where they catch the low-angled sun -- polygonal nets strung from brambles; gauzy dancefloors in the gorse.
2. Tipping the rest of the bag of epsom salts into the bath with a rainy swish.
3. The children bickering across me about things that just don't matter.
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