Janey
Sunlight on the waves quickly turns to banking purple clouds, as another storm hurtles in...
Jane...
The alchemy of water on gold flashes into my low room, lifting me up.
Helen...
After the rain, a watery sky is wrung out and rinsed over the hills.
Beverley...
A running hare, so fast across the field, turns sharply at speed to disappear in the margin of empty grasses and seedheads.
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