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A Mid July Day

It is so bright

The shadows

Play like lace on the insides

Of my eyelids when I close them

The crickets are still singing

And the play area is full of small excited chatter

Sandy feet

Parents Wilting

In the hot shade

A Butterfly kite plays on the periphery

New friends are made and new worlds are built

Before sandwiches are scoffed

The air is touched with the sugar sweet

Scent of oak leaves crisping

Turning brown already

On the beach A gets talking with a family by the broken bones of the pill box

The grandmother paddles and tells

Her grandson that she can't swim.

As a child she would dip her feet in the river

But here

If she goes in he will have to come and fetch her.

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