Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Friday, 27 June 2008
Down the road, afternoon.
I look and look in the direction of the sound, but can't see the skylark, only specks in front of my eyes. Finally I glimpse it, dropping down the maizefield.
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"Skylark, have you anything to say to me . . ."
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