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By Mary ByronPosted on 3 July 202024 July 2020

what I have been missing the most is the smell of the cut grass

unbearable, the moist overcoat of the city

I’m wearing sunglasses at night,

you are blinding me even in my memories.

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Loves the British countryside, especially Cumbria, home to the Herdwick sheep. View all posts by Mary Byron

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