The day is a homogeneous foggy monochrome, except for the electric green flicker of emerging hawthorn leaves above the path.
Molly comes back to the car smelling of crushed celandines.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
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I'm going to try saying homogenous foggy monochrome three times quickly after I've had a drink...
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