Supine

Childhood friends supine in the meadow grass damp with dew. The river rolled by, we looked at the blue sky & white clouds. Would we fall off? We’d just discovered we lived on a rock in space spinning round the sun. We lay there till lunch chatting, enthralled, excited.

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