cloudy or blue

Her beauty was manifest honest and bright – it darkened the daytime and lit up the night. She first was discovered at the age of ten by a group of talent- and model-scout men who'd witnessed her coming back home from the health with her flock intact and a bag in her teeth. The bag contained queenswort dandelion sage and her stony features did belie her age for she had been out in the meadows all week with her sheep the greenest green pastures to seek. The men had heard rumors of a maiden fair all long slender limbs and bright blond flowing hair and in this young shepherd their quarry did find with thoughts of her success (and theirs) in their minds. She agreed to come with them, left then her home, but she was not happy in Saõ Paolo Rome New York Berlin Shanghai (where fashion is king) but wanted to go back and do her old thing. She stayed made some money quit after a year her glamorous empty clothes-wearing career, returned to her parents and to the High Wold and her messy bleating long-yearned-for sheepfold. She married a farmer who lived down the road and of their sweet offspring more stories were told – of beauty and gracefulness, modesty too, and life lived under the skies both cloudy or blue.

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