When did you last wash your face with the early morning dew?
Me? Day before yesterday.
Before that?
Hard to say ... might have been in Ireland a looooooong time ago, or in the meadow here a little more recently.
Either way – it felt brilliant!
Vigourised (is that a word?) (‘tis now) I strode on.
A young deer scrambled down the bank and vigourised by the surprise
of seeing me and my sparkling face, dived into the forest blow.
Above the Dolmen, I stopped to watch a bird of prey hovering against the blue sky.
Praying perhaps for prey.
The Dolmen would have been ingestible, me too.
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