scissors paper stone

By magpiemeadow

travelling home at dusk

The brightest day for weeks offered the faintest glimpse of a Spring that still sleeps. At the end of the day, the blue sky, studded with languid puffs of cloud, slowly became a sapphire pool, while the car headlights turned the winter hedgerows to spiky bunches of fiery amber.

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