we watched a pair of Kestrels slice through
the air, as the mist lifted along the river, and the sun glared beneath the
clouds. All along the path were golden stalks of corn, crimson tipped. The
iridescent dew flecked wild Asparagus, busy making its small fall flowers, and
its pearl seeds. Our feet sopping from the heavy dew, I walked along the
darkening grasses as he leapt about, up and down the steep sides, searching for
small creatures and excitement, and now and then, the ball.
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