A U G U S T
...the midsummer song of the cows provided the music of our hills...
...the farms provided a rest stop during a stroll along the gravel roads. Our hills eminated hospitality, a vision of the past, as they had for centuries...
...we followed the roads down into the oak-covered hills...
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..if you've got visions of the past let them follow you down, for they'll come back to you someday...
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Benedict wrote:
Thanks! Glad you liked it!
emperordaniel wrote:
Thank you! I'm glad I got it to work properly.
Larks2242 wrote:
Thanks, Larksy! And yes... I love details...