Late afternoon, the kitchen window holds a sky the colour of washing-up water. A teaspoon rests, cooling. On the sill, a sprouted onion proposes another try at greenness. I say nothing, but move it closer to light.
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Late afternoon, the kitchen window holds a sky the colour of washing-up water. A teaspoon rests, cooling. On the sill, a sprouted onion proposes another try at greenness. I say nothing, but move it closer to light.