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As the sun rose, it struck the tin on the woolshed warming away the last of Jack Frosts fingers and the sheep waited patiently in the yards to be crutched. The odd bossy “Huntaway” gave a few barks as he heard a familiar whistle.
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In a complicated, overstimulated world filled with too much communication, the silence and stability of the love you share holds the key to your fate.
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