A wild, cool west wind from the south west tonight. Blustery, sweet from the fields. I keep my study window open.
I love 19th century writing from your side of the pond. Many stories are filled with descriptions of the sort you have here. You people are so connected to the land.
Thank you very much Pooka. Maybe I should do the odd line here or there, if it occurs.
If like this one, absolutely. It’s striking and sometimes more moving to read a hundred words out of two dozen than vice versa.
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