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Saturday morning, 8th June 2013, Midsummer
Path 15, walking north west along Foxes Yard in Lustleigh Cleave.
Thinking of Jefferies and 'The Wind Sighs'

Path 15, walking north west along Foxes Yard in Lustleigh Cleave.
Thinking of Jefferies and 'The Wind Sighs'

The wind sighs through the grass, sighs in the sun-shine; it has drifted the butterfly eastwards along the hill. A few yards away there lies the skull of a lamb on the turf, white and bleached, picked clean long since by crows and ants. Like the faint ripple of the summer sea sounding in the hollow of the ear, so sweet air ripples in the grass. The ashes of the man interred in the tumulus are indistinguishable; the have sunk away like rain into the earth; so his body had dissapeared.  

The Wind Sighs
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