My mum and I wandered across the fields, and a butterfly landed on me as I watched clouds create shadows on the sides of the valley. We tried to make our way through the brambles and I ate a not quite ripe blackberry, and a cherry plum, stolen from a tree. The swings beckoned after that, so we both swung for a while, worried the swings would break, but they didn't, and I'm glad they didn't.

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