Olive Dove; fat ankles, carmine stained face and sweat speckled cheeks.
Walking on a dust dried track cut through tall wafting grass.
The smell
of
oilseed rape.
Always a child Olive
12 November 2009
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Walking on a dust dried track cut through tall wafting grass.
The smell
of
oilseed rape.
Always a child Olive
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