Folds of the Earth

The clouds rolling over, rolling distantly in thunder. While here are the wind swept fields where sheep stay grazing. He passes them as he runs through the sloping fields for he wishes to tell him mother about the glorious find of the day. Today a snake as green as emerald, tomorrow a rabbit soft as sunlight. All the beauty in the folds of the earth.

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