Butterflies flew before us -
Wild garlic scented the air between the trees -
We followed the path to the sunlit hilltop -
Gulls flew above the bright grass -
Below us, the stone circle was hidden by dark pines -
A white yacht danced upon the water -
There was still salt upon my tongue -
A ribbon of seaweed around my wrist -
Saturday 30 May 2020
Kingswood, Nine Barrows Down
Studland
Dorset
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