Slip-nosed and ruddy, turned up to the tall horizon,
sauntering in unzipped jacket, faster than the cows, and smooth, smooth as a
beeline which meant not smooth at all, drifting from one blossoming patch to
another, groups in their pink and purple scarves, poofs on top of knitted hats,
not hand-knitted but the kitai kind.
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