I started thinking about the shade of a weeping willow we used to sit under at primary school. How we used to plait its dangling hair to kill time during the lunch break. Then I recalled the damp, spongy moss that once grew on the steps outside my parents French windows, and how nice it felt under bare toes. Next I was in Slovenia, plunging my aching feet into a mountain stream, and relishing the pleasure/pain of the icy water. As I drifted off, I started to think of the landscape encounters still to come.
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Quote:Then I recalled the damp, spongy moss that once grew on the steps outside my parents French windows, and how nice it felt under bare toes:Unquote
It's called "Mind your own business" and your mother keeps pulling it up..
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