Thursday, December 6, 2012

Beeline


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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