I waited by the side of the road, in the green and the blue and the dazzling sunshine, and watched a robin hop along, her tiny feet raising minuscule clouds of dust, with something ruddy and vaguely bug-like clamped delicately in her mouth. And then we were off, walking along the hillside and the tall cedars, past soft thimbleberry bushes and the occasional ripe berry (carefully split and shared), sweet and sour and then like eating carpet, past weird purple flowers and spotted slugs and up a breathless hill. We stopped at the top, panting, to watch the blue, blue, blue sky and sparkling sunlight that made us go half-lidded like smug cats and layers and layers of green leaves and clusters of shiny berries that glowed against the sun like warm red glass.
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