Tiny Moments #141 (Lockdown edition #12)

The biting easterly’s of recent days have started swinging into the south and a thin veil of warmth is returning to the land. In the fields near Hele a tractor traverses an expanse of red, the rattle and thrum of attachments hurling seeds into the maw of the earth. Clouds of dust rise in the breeze and suffocate the sky.

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