It’s springtime, the sun is shining and I’m in love.
We’ve just moved to the countryside and in our English country garden, there are roses and montbretia; peonies and the greenest lawn.
The chickens we saved from slaughter are clucking from the bottom of the garden and I’ve realised that I’m mad.
I’m not sure if I’ve gone mad, or if it was always there but has somehow been triggered since this move.
I want to be here.
I want to be with my boyfriend who I met just seven months ago.
But when he discovers that I’m mad, I’m not sure how he’ll react. To be honest, that’s not really on my mind. It’s just my madness that I’m focused on.
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