Wisps of Blue

For some reason this colour blue always sends me deep into my cache of memories.

Bulrushes were a gleeful find when I was young and left to amuse myself outdoors for the whole day. Soft, furry, I would snap off a stalk, marvelling at the shape and feel of its hide. It would travel with me for the rest of the day, cherished and enjoyed like a newfound pet.

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