Tag: dog
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Guardien sur la colline
We hear him from afar.He is uncertain of us perhaps, or perhaps it is I of him. Snow lays all around – bunched around rocks and bushes;Tucked in sloppily like a duvet roused by a fitful night’s sleep. His cry a lonely echo against the boulders – where are you in this isolated space? We walk…
40 Weeks in France 