Emily Reo - Peach
For him, he was absurd. For her, she was negligible. They had a picnic. The swallows swooped, swerved, flung themselves elastically, out and in, around and round, in elastic control; and the flies fell, and the flies rose; and the sun splashed this leaf and then that, in mockery, in good temper. Even the observing bees seemed surprised.