I don’t want the snow, the ice & the cold to go …
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Nicola Chester
The last lemon light & the lit windows from the farm under the hill. Feeding the horse in front of the Big House at twilight. Such a hush, & the courting criss cross of fox tracks in the snow.
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… crikey that North side of the Combe Gibbet Hill is still properly cold.