They’re a special kind of flowers and plants often appeared in my childhood, which shine as the stars of heaven. In my childhood memory, my little cousin with me were stung by bees because we sucked nectar from them. Recently I probably connect to grief too much, so I've been dreaming about being in the garden with my late granny. When I stand under the tree, I can't help recalling my childhood, which time can never come back to me. I was forced to take on the adult world from the age of 12, so how precious those childhood days were to me.
17 5429 August, 2020
I met a bored wildcat in the shade of Stanley, which at first turned its back on me, then found me and turned to me to be photographed and petted, but funny with a world-weary expression on its face.