Sunday 14th September

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CATCHING THE TAIL:

The wind that waits between the fields greets us on our morning
ride with tiny teeth. The planet moans & rolls, the season turns.
Berries heavy on the bush, Green with flecks of brown, Walnut
sheds it’s leaves & squirrels drop from the safety of their trees
to shuttling nuts across open ground driven by instinct to prepare
for winter.

(K)

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