What a night. The sun was setting when I got to the barn. Red and gold trees glowed, moon flashing bits of white through breaks in the clouds. I took Bar and Pan to work the two rams across the road. It was like walking into a fairy tale. Sky in shifting colors, trees in silhouette. The land muted as the sun’s reach withdrew. Moisture in the cooling air gave it a texture like raw silk.
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