I am reminded of Donna's Farm, suddenly. Peacocks and Peahens and Peachicks, wanting you to think they are cats. The scent of fresh air and Nelson. Nelson's snot and sounds mixed together (with only the spit, or the noises, he would just be hideous). The dolmen shining tall atop the hill that looks out to the peak. No wild parsnip. Gus the
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Call me about this!
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