Dove calls.
Mist around the trees.
Cool, damp air.
Heavy.
With the scent of pine needles.
Soft underfoot.
Grandad’s hand.
White horse.
…….
This, now.
Life happening.
Always.
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Dove calls.
Mist around the trees.
Cool, damp air.
Heavy.
With the scent of pine needles.
Soft underfoot.
Grandad’s hand.
White horse.
…….
This, now.
Life happening.
Always.
