“Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things” WhiteAirRainAll ThingsGoldenDustCakeDiamondButterflyBeesCrumbs Book:The edge of day: a boyhood in the west of England Source: The edge of day: a boyhood in the west of England
