Wednesday 10th September Posted on September 10, 2014 by karlhyde STRAIGHT: Ploughman cuts straight lines into corn stubble. Copper turns to brown with grey whiskers. I wave, raise a thumb, a hand, nothing. Ploughman looks ahead, focussed on a point on the other side of the field, the future. (K) Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading... Related
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