Wildflower Diary - 24th July

Poetry night. FBW introduced the evening in something silky and expensive-sounding. Smelt like crushed hopes and lavender.
I read a short poem about condensation. It was met with kind nods and a loud sneeze.

Someone brought ginger biscuits, I hid some in my coat pocket for later. Walked home under a sky with too many stars to trust.

Thought about making something sweet tomorrow — not for an occasion, just...because.

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