melle-belle's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sometimes Life hurts from the beauty of it. Like when we walked from the cove of Deia back to the mountain town of Soller, picking our way through groves of olive and orange trees, slicing through valleys washed in Majorcan sun, and finally passing through farms of grazing livestock. All of a sudden, a flock of sheep took off across their pasture, bleeting, a dozen little sheep bells kalunking at once in a chorus of joy. 6:32 p.m. - 2012-07-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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