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A bench in the meadow. Scrap wood sanded and hammered into two old stumps.

The usual observations (oft repeated).

Fragrant berry clusters. Sloe and juniper budding dark blue around the base of the cherry groves. Sweet scent of rotting and ripening apple. Swarm of small black insects drawn to the sap leaking from a recently fallen pine bough. The fray attracting giant blue-bodied dragonflies that sweep inaudibly about, hunting and feeding in flight.

This years unused fire pit stacked with off-cuts and branches and overgrowing.

A beetle I've never seen before dropping out of the sky. Landing on my knee. Its wings retracting into emerald green carapace.

Nothing coming before or after this scene. This scene repeating again and again.

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