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A short story...| A hill and I
and the gentle splendour of oyster coloured autumn sky...| ahillandi.substack.com
I am human, I have a heart, I have emotions, I emote...| ahillandi.substack.com
After dust and bones, filling the spaces in-between| ahillandi.substack.com
in dust and bones and delirious panting creatures.| ahillandi.substack.com
Toulouse - Porto and back again; clouds, a bridge, an ocean and friends...| A hill and I
a short walk between limestone and forest| ahillandi.substack.com
Bare feet on hot earth, walking in the pale blue of wild chicory mornings...| A hill and I
This is not what you think, not even close.| ahillandi.substack.com
In the thickets of responsibility, sky on top, the debris below...| ahillandi.substack.com
we are all winged birds.| ahillandi.substack.com
Birds and beasts - They're back and they're beautiful!| ahillandi.substack.com
I have lunch with a pied wagtail and two butterflies at an opera and try to photograph some coypu!| A hill and I
A life in my hands but I am not a nurse and I don't know the rules.| A hill and I
and, two pairs of black tipped ears - at last!| ahillandi.substack.com
