The Yow and Two Boundary Stones
The yow was waiting for me. At least, that is how it felt. She stood beside two boundary stones as if on sentry duty, a glint of mischief in her eye and a smile that gave nothing away. Mona Lisa would have approved.
One stone is plain but upright, the other broken and almost recumbent, resting against its base. Its surviving inscripti ...
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