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He stood by the fence. The hedgerows were pregnant with birds. He hoped she showed as she said she would. Cows mooed from a field out of his sight but he could hear them getting nearer. A tractor sounded far off. The sky was a bright blue. She had let him kiss her last time up on the Downs. He had carried the kiss home with him like a prize. A Red Admiral fluttered past. He could see her coming up the narrow road leading to the church. She waved to him and he waved back and his heart gave a lurch. She came closer at a steady pace with sunlight dancing on her dark hair and pale face.
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
Date by a Fence 1961
He stood by the fence. The hedgerows were pregnant with birds. He hoped she showed as she said she would. Cows mooed from a field out of his sight but he could hear them getting nearer. A tractor sounded far off. The sky was a bright blue. She had let him kiss her last time up on the Downs. He had carried the kiss home with him like a prize. A Red Admiral fluttered past. He could see her coming up the narrow road leading to the church. She waved to him and he waved back and his heart gave a lurch. She came closer at a steady pace with sunlight dancing on her dark hair and pale face.
TerryCollett
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
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