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Doon the road

A small child is poking her foot into a patch of sticky tar on a narrow country road. The gooey bubbles are irresistible.

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Circling home

Three generations are looking out across the fields and woods. My father pulls on his cup of tea. His eyes are on the horizon, where the saddle between two distinctive hills frames the view.

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