The fuzz has landed!
Outside the boathouse, the retaining grid on the gravel has caught weeds and fluff alike:
Passing cyclist, boat-houses. May is peak Oxford, although silent this year; no students, no eights.
Just the willow fuzz, blowing on the breeze around the empty river.
Outside the boathouse, the retaining grid on the gravel has caught weeds and fluff alike:
Passing cyclist, boat-houses. May is peak Oxford, although silent this year; no students, no eights.
Just the willow fuzz, blowing on the breeze around the empty river.
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