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[robinallender]

FRENCH

We knew the way that dying light made flags of colour. We thought of it as French – the purples and pinks striking out in that late afternoon light.

The green foil of grass and overlaid leaf-cover blur and softened behind it, disappearing early. But in front,

the colour as quick and loud as artists brawling in a lit café – their bright splashed canvases left

to dry in some spattered loft.