Mud sucked at the old farmer's boots as he trudged on. Head down, cap tipped against the orange sunset, he mused on the thick clay soil that sustains his farm and life, that slows his way home and that he will, in time, be laid to rest in.
As a bonus, heres a link to the tune I wrote recently that inspired this entry 🙂
https://gribbles.bandcamp.com/track/days-end
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