Month-end of the month that feels like it will never. Two more days working their way out of the clouds and the single-degree weather. The crows are pecking the roots of the farmland next door. The sheep are muddy-brown from the clods underfoot and under belly. I am better, up and awake and semi-alert, counting every second of extra sunlight. And I am …
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