Low cloud, slowly lifting. Mist down the valley. Smell of leaves.
Just heard, then saw Running Lady, and today, excitingly, she had Running Boy with her. Too many commas. One day S. and I saw her at the bus station. She was running for a bus of course. She must live on the estate up the hill, above and behind our house.
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