Day: April 13, 2018

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A thin, tattered scrap of a tiny lamb

There’s a glimmer of a thing beyond the brow of the hill. A thin little tattered scrap of a lamb just behind the arching profile of her mother, lambed in tight against the fence where the grey stone wall and the brambles back it. Shelter, shade, protection. I can see the mothers head dipping down […]

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