For Valentine's Day,
spatch and I climbed around a part of the Fells we had not explored before. It was windburningly cold and full of jagged granite and late bronze sun and wonderful.
( With pebble-clinking pockets, we see bog cotton and new-grown forests. )
Home again, I met
rushthatspeaks on a Zoom call with an impeccable sense of comic timing. Rob showed me Captains Courageous (1937), so sea-soaked that between acts I split a can of mackerel with Hestia. My fingers eventually warmed.
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( With pebble-clinking pockets, we see bog cotton and new-grown forests. )
Home again, I met
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