Something seems so reassuring in the simple dailiness of rural life -- the keeping up of the barn, letting the sheep out in the morning and in again at night, ensuring there is water in the trough and hay in the stalls...Perhaps there's not the constant rush, but time instead to marvel at the blue haze on the hill, to stroke the wooly backs of the sheep, to return to the kitchen, nurse a second cup of coffee and plan the day ahead while staring out the window at the fog...
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