Picking spinnach in the sunshine with yesterday's rain still on theleaves.
Every morning two doves appear outside the bedroom window, one invariably perches on the streetlamp,like an ornament.
A parked car, packed with children. All are singing and clapping their hands in time. You can hear them on the other side of the road and all the way up the High Street. One little boy has his finger in his ear.
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