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Sky above the head.

Posted on June 14, 2012 by Harry Nicholson

Wandering About A warm wind buffets the cheek. Peewits beat, aimlessly bleat, and curlews shout against puffs of white cloud. Competing skylarks, pipits in sixes and sevens, and oh! the moss underfoot is so green. Black-faced ewes and lambs look … Continue reading →

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