Up on Stonechat Hill, early October sun warms the ripening hawthorns and the wild crab apples, red and green, begin to fall from old and lichen crusted trees.
Clouds
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Clouds rack & drive before the wind
In shapes & forms of every kind
Like waves that rise without the roars
& rocks that guard untrodden shores
Now cast...
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I knew you could do it! This will be such a lovely blog to follow, as I know the areas of your wandering . . . Jennie xxx who is thrilled to be your first customer!
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