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#britishsummer
The impulse of summer waning sends an annual, yet always forgotten shift, the hedgerows and fields conspire to rewrite the scent enough so the mind wanders to open fires and comfort food even though the sun still beats scant weeks away we’ll swaddle
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Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 8:28 AM UTC
Fall shift