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The frost has cast an eiry moonscape glow on the hillside.
It's too early for the cows to be out, munching. Sheep appere as small grey lumps in the frosty grass. Over the hills in the far distance lights of the first aircraft show as it makes it's ponderous climb into the early morning.It is just a speck of light, like a fire-fly on a summer night - silent, slow.
Smoke curles from the chimny of a cottage on the slopes and down deep in the bottom the river glints.
To the east on the brow of the hill the lights of the first bus appere, following the road north, to the scotish boarder.
It is time to put the kettle on and make a pot of tea to start the day.
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Posted by Triforium on 2007-10-18 23:00:37 | Rating: | Views: 128
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wow, very nice post Trif.
Reads like the start of what could be a very interesting story. I'd love to read more.
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Posted by scotslad60
on 2007-10-19 07:07:07
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Don't hold your breath! But then, thats just my defence mecanism kicking in!
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Posted by Triforium
on 2007-10-19 12:42:03
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Wonderful imagery. A skill that I envy in writers.
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Posted by SubTomato
on 2007-10-19 18:28:15
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Nice--it feels like I'm there.
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Posted by AuntiPurl
on 2007-10-23 06:32:23
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