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The rolling tide of summer grass had engulfed the small meadow in a sweet smelling flood of lambs' tails, coltsfoot, feverfew, the drifting pollen from them like pale yellow dust on Linden's bare arms as she lay full length among them.
The rolling tide of summer grass had engulfed the small meadow in a sweet smelling flood of lambs' tails, coltsfoot, feverfew, the drifting pollen from them like pale yellow dust on Linden's bare arms as she lay full length among them.