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The moon rose exultant and carried me into joy. Now I don’t feel joy too often, but I did this night, so much so I tossed the hay bag over the stall wall and tipped my bucket of water across … Continue reading
The hoar frost drifted off the trees this day, this rest day I had worked hard to earn by reading student work on the computer pretty much from afternoon through into evening. Outside it was cold, but not bitter.