24.7.11
No ordinary days, acres of blue cloudless horizons fill with glinting aeroplanes flying trials that criss cross this high domed sky
25.7.11
Red lip-lined clouds glow poker orange hot, seal the sky goodnight with a dying kiss as the sun sets behind the distant horizon
26.7.11
At the waters edge, the swans glide by with effortless ease, graceful, unperturbed they make their way home, no signets in tow.
27.7.11
A sky filled with dying embers of the day, glows reflected sunlight, burns more brightly before fading, turns to nightfall & oblivion
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