Along the road I pass a man in a hoodie, his shoulders hunched forward. I cannot see his face. I sit on the council grit bin next to a wonky Santa and look toward the hills and the ploughed field of carrots.
Along the road I pass a man in a hoodie, his shoulders hunched forward. I cannot see his face. I sit on the council grit bin next to a wonky Santa and look toward the hills and the ploughed field of carrots.
So Dominique nipped home put on a hoodie sneaked back to the field and filled a bag full oh carrots – twenty two to be precise – it was a twenty carrot haul 😁
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