we talked of chickens, the coops, the wire,
he
brought me a specimen of lime mortar, held
with horse hair from the old wall. we
placed it, discussed lime, the burning,
and carried on.
made a pointy thing, will burn our
irons in the fire.
day of industry, company, winds
bent the rest of us, so we
followed the road to find
hedd wynn.
the light is coming through.
sbm.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
we talked of chickens, the coops, the wire,
he
brought me a specimen of lime mortar, held
with horse hair from the old wall. we
placed it, discussed lime, the burning,
and carried on.
made a pointy thing, will burn our
irons in the fire.
day of industry, company, winds
bent the rest of us, so we
followed the road to find
hedd wynn.
the light is coming through.
sbm.
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