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It’s Sunday. You are collecting rhododendrons from the front garden with kitchen scissors. I’m searching for ladybirds– a new population has sprouted and each flowerbed crawls with scarlet beads. I block their path with an outstretched palm, and when they climb aboard they tickle a spiral around my arms. we have built them a paradise, a shoe-box of beetle dreams. Our favourite is Arabella, who has one spot out of place, but we think it makes her more beautiful.
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Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 5:55 PM UTC
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It’s Sunday. You are collecting rhododendrons from the front garden with kitchen scissors. I’m searching for ladybirds– a new population has sprouted and each flowerbed crawls with scarlet beads. I block their path with an outstretched palm, and when they climb aboard they tickle a spiral around my arms. we have built them a paradise, a shoe-box of beetle dreams. Our favourite is Arabella, who has one spot out of place, but we think it makes her more beautiful.
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Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 5:55 PM UTC
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