Apples rotting beneath the trees. Teardrop jewelled spider’s webs on the washing line. And in the distance ships lost in the fog out at sea.
Autumn was here, and not even Claire declaring that there’s no such thing as ghost ships could spoil Agnes’s mood.
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Notes:
1. Written on July 27th and August 26th, 2023
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