Janey...
After the harvest moon, a cool breeze gentles the cheek. The drift of feathers...
Helen....
Swallows have packed up and gone but a creaking in the hot blue sky signals the return of the geese.
Jane...
Long shadows cast in the sharp amber light of early morning.
Beverley...
Morning meditation is edging into the pre-dawn now. A full moon is reluctant to set.
Kit...In the cool light of a super moon a barn owl quarters the fields on milk-white wings
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