Saturday, 3 February 2018

September's Dusk Ran Over...

September's dusk ran over the farm, and night shadows grew in the tiny windows. The velvet heather swayed as the air cooled, its faint scent rolling over the hill. In the workers' cottages, heads were downed on pillows, the souls wandering in new fields - sowing new seed, harvesting new dreams. They felt like they lived there forever.

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