Fridge Grammophon

 

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(A few days in rural Germany – Bavaria, early 2013)

It has many birds in it, and a few warmhearted voices. It goes up and down, before leaving. A bit like a bird, flying away because of a cat when spring is all over winter skies.

‘My eyes were in my feet…’

Nan Sheperd, The Living Mountain

 

 

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