Treking through red granite hills of heat & unexpected pleasures- a thirst quenching spring, sweet blackberries near dried on the vine, wild mint, fresh figs, owl and the music of sheep bells. A wild cat howls at the rising moon it’s primal cry reverberating across blue light flooded stones

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