The Midas Touch
Sep 11, 2019
2 minutes
First fog. How you long for it, all through the parched days of summer – the cool grey dampness of it on your skin, the blurring of edges, the closing down of views. The silence. Overnight, the season has moved on a notch. Across the Church Meadow the trees are reduced to dark cut-outs, the church
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