The trail was new for him. He stayed at my side, wondering ahead only when he could see far enough to know there wasn’t any trouble. The hike up was like this. The dog, undisturbed by the cows, their bells echoing across and around the peaks, green studded with boulders. Whisper white clouds, against a steel blue sky, the air cleaned by the recent storms.
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#40
The trail was new for him. He stayed at my side, wondering ahead only when he could see far enough to know there wasn’t any trouble. The hike up was like this. The dog, undisturbed by the cows, their bells echoing across and around the peaks, green studded with boulders. Whisper white clouds, against a steel blue sky, the air cleaned by the recent storms.