Radar will wake one morning to music. Sat at the top of a hill on the far side of the farmland, a familiar mass of red hair tangled around antlers wields an accordion with expert grace, spinning a somber tune. The animals, whether they were locked into their stalls or not, have all found a way to gather around her inside the fence. Beyond it, the wildlife seems to be doing the same.
A patch of forget-me-nots has bloomed in a circle around her.
frozen pines
Radar will wake one morning to music. Sat at the top of a hill on the far side of the farmland, a familiar mass of red hair tangled around antlers wields an accordion with expert grace, spinning a somber tune. The animals, whether they were locked into their stalls or not, have all found a way to gather around her inside the fence. Beyond it, the wildlife seems to be doing the same.
A patch of forget-me-nots has bloomed in a circle around her.