i love this time of year, when the rapeseed fields are in full bloom, their mustardy brilliance cutting through even our weirdly dark, windy, rainy, autumnal spring. i couldn't resist this road, lined on both sides by their golden brightness, a straight path, leading somewhere exciting.
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