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Tickly as feathers, soft as pillows, fragrant as ears of wheat. Nature can be beautiful, sensuous and abstract.
I see free range hens scratching in the dirt of urban gardens, their clucking drowned out by passing traffic screeching to a halt.
I hear the ticking of an ancient grandfather o’clock, its pitted wooden casing rimed with beeswax, polished to a mirrored surface, while the burnished brass clock hands jerk ever forwards with each passing minute and hour.
I feel the soft touch of feathers against the flat of the palm of my hand as I smooth out the sleeves of my winter down jacket.
I smell summer, ripe seed heads, wheat in fields, sun bursting through a cloudy sky.
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