I never know where this stuff comes from - but when it does I'm glad I'm near a computer.
Trees bent at impossible angles
Gaggles of children pulling adults for popcicles
As the central Otago Sun beat down without mercy
We sat on the grass outside the pub
Waiting for New Years Eve,
riding a sea of Speights.
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1 comment:
I know that place ... lovely image!
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