May 20191
We are tumbling towards winter, the afternoons are short and last light is a sharp golden blast that I miss if I get caught inside. I rush through evening jobs to steal a quick walk with the dogs and even though we hurry, the dark catches us and the grey of dusk sinks to a crisp black. I keep walking and the skeletons of gums …
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