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Feb 2017
they come in groups. i have said it before. two came yesterday, pacing by the trees.

none were visible, none were heard, so

we talked about the history, the work and where we came from. the door is bricked

up now.



covered in wool against the cold.  bales taken down river , down to the harbour down

to the cob.



on boats .



they came in packs.                                                                                                  some time ago.



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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