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26 October 2015
26th October 2015
into the silence the rhythmic sound of the smithy's hammer
3 comments:
morning chill
the quick echo
of a hammer
No smithies around here.
Thank you, Bill. This is the village of Cockington in Devon, England. It date3s back to the fourteenth century.
The smithy is the building on the left and the whole village has cottages dating back over two to three hundred years of more.
I really like the staccato sound of your words very hammer-like.
Thank you, Bill. This is the village of Cockington in Devon, England. It date3s back to the fourteenth century.
The smithy is the building on the left and the whole village has cottages dating back over two to three hundred years of more.
I really like the staccato sound of your words very hammer-like.
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