I’m starting with William Blake1. Trust me.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The hawthorn is flowering. I step into the heady scent and feel the quick trip of the season tilt to summer. Before then, there are wethers to shear and lambs to mark. In the last week of lambing, we …
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