A stem of grass seeds plucked from the side of the road. Living within a quarter of a mile of one of the busiest motorways in the country, existing within inches of a noisy main road. Walked on, peed on, kicked, pinched and scattered. Sheer beauty.
Down south, if they find a load of standing stones, they declare it an ancient monument and charge people £30 to look at it. Up north, we ...
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