August 8, 2019August 8, 2019

Wisp

The cows are crying. Insects buzzing angrily. The day feels coiled; tense and mournful. Sweating in the stillness, awaiting the storm.

A photo of a leafy oak tree on a ridge in a straw coloured meadow. Above a sky of blue and wispy white cloud

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