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Lughnasadh

Lughnasadh

August 2, 2021August 2, 2021 lizpostlethwaite

Playing in the garden on Lughnasadh.

Half way from summer to autumn.

An inbetween time

As every time feels at the moment.

Like being in a dream.

Living a life that doesn’t exist anymore.

Fragile.

Precious.

Magical.

And thus we take a deep breath

And keep on keeping on.

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