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Apples & plums high on their boughs autumn is not far off now nearby, red brick houses sleep in the after-shower sun only a few more days & summer's done the cyclists are speeding on their way from work along the Bristol-Bath cycle path also ' railway path' called & with a three year old laugh a child in an anorak unsteadily sways I've walked this way in the night with the moon shining up above & seen a fox run out in plain sight into the middle of the path the street lamps either side amongst the trees, shining on it's red fur & in the early morning light watched a mysterious toad blink it's wide eyes & walked it all the way to Bristol town & back & also to the old Steam trains out past Warmley dressed in my old boots waiting for the sunset & the dark calling up ghosts musing on Rousseau listening to birdsong & wanting nothing more
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
On the Cycle Path