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Roylsden #227

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Clint and Doc left and all I got for company is a bored horse and a darkness so blind it can't even see its own stars.
But that don't matter none. Not when Mother Night rises up over an evening like this. It's marvellous the way she makes distant mountains disappear, just like in a dream. Many people would work and toil for years, digging and sweating and hurting to make mountains disappear and they'd get nowhere: them mountains would stand there still, big as ever. But Mother Night does it in an hour.
We live in a magical world.

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    Neville Hunt almost 2 years ago

    Love the anthropomorphising of the night.

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    Drew Martyn almost 2 years ago

    Thanks Neville

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    Peter Henderson almost 2 years ago

    Same here, love the wordsmithing

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    Drew Martyn almost 2 years ago

    Cheers Peter, thanks again.

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