The thistles bloom at the edge of the woods where the blackberries are ripening.
The soccer pitch is silent and no-one is cheering from the bench.
The flag droops in the heat and the car park behind Kenyon is empty.
It is summer at school.
But the owl is still watching from the roof.
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