Small drops of rain blow past in the sunshine like specks of gold dust.
A ladybird crawls across the head of one of the stone lions beside our doorstep.
In the heart of town, outside Cafe Nero, teenage school children gather after school. The girls scream and greet one another with hugs and kisses. They are like a flock of birds gathering on an especially propitious site, fluttering and shrieking, playing for territory, showing off their feathers.
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