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... en between the stone teeth of the mountains.
My father and I worked in the comfortable rhythm that came from years of shared labour, driving the cattle down the winding mountain paths toward the safety of the lower fields.
The beasts lowed and complained at being moved from their familiar grazing grounds, but they followed the old trails carved by countless generations of hooves and boots.
There wasn’t much for them to roam around, as most of the island was covered with t ...
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