The valley was silent save for our low voices -
The dark river flowed noiselessly through the water meadows -
Familiar trees became strange shapes -
Sheep grazed in mysterious fields -
The eyes of deer were antique jewels -
My watch had lost its meaning -
Each step we took was one further into a shining world -
18.00
Tuesday 26 October 2016
East Stoke
Highwood
Dorset
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