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Illustration
No.16
Greywethers
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Greywethers calls to mind a meeting place, and historically
this is just what it was, the tribes from the north and
south valleys communing here. I hope the ancients
treks there were worthwhile, because the walk to Greywethers
had exhausted us modern travelers. As Jeff took photographs
I fell asleep in the center of the northern circle. It
was peaceful in there, but windy. A strong wind was blowing
when I woke up a little while later. Jeff was asleep in
the other circle, so I sat outside with my back against
one of the stones, which didn't make as good a windbreak
as Id hoped. As we walked away later, Jeff said
he thought hed slept in the girlierof the two
circles.
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