We could go for a walk together some day, you and me. I’ll show you the secret places, if you ask right. The empty space behind the hoardings in the square, where grass creeps up between stones, and buddleia blooms pink amongst the grey. The field behind Sainsbury’s where the skylarks sing.
We’ll reach down and touch the grass, crunch leaves between our fingers to find out what green smells like. There are treasures on the beach if you take the time to look. If you’re not the kind of person who likes talking, we can just sit and listen. The barges sound like thunder. The boats sound like bells. There are birds that’ve flown half way across the world to be here.
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