29th April 1671

And on this day I sight beasts of burden, rich in turmoil and awkward of charm walking the road ahead and I wonder where this takes us, these days of low lit sun and strangeness and rusted gates dragging sheep skulls into open fields. Out there birds are breaking clouds and  further space throws comets into orbits and we are tied to soil and dust and our own sense of nothing.

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