TRAWLING ESSEX:
Golden, beautiful, heat of the sun strokes the face of Mother Essex.
Salads & Cakes & Mugs of tea, Western exotics to heal the pallet.
Red skies at night, shepherds rest easy.
Something vast & gloriously languid yawns & stirs beneath the earth.
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sap*
Shepherds delight.
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Nimm mich mit bitte!