Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Wednesday, 5 March 2008
Up the road, late afternoon (4th March)
The light is bright and clear and facetted as diamonds, but the wind is sharp and sudden as broken glass. We turn into it, returning to chop wood and vegetables.
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Your words have a splendid poetic sound and evoke wonderful images :-)
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