15/08/2008
Fretting leaves flicker in freeze-frame in the furious fervour of the fanciful wind.
Buckets of rain are flushed down so suddenly it seems fake, then it stops.
Drops fall on us, curiously under a bright sky.
These are the paradoxical inconsistencies involved in reconciling “summer” and “Britain”.
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