"It's raining hard enough to put out the very devil's fire. And the bobbies will be along instanter. There's a soldier on guard yonder. We shall get nabbed here."
Colter Rock: Though the fairy cattle had become a celestial being, he never forgot tilth, and he drew the plough onto the mountains. The colter was left here.
The front line belong to the men who worked there—rifle-men and machine gunners, mortarman, forward artillery observers, communications men, and medics.
And as an MML, we can simultaneously be both independent and free, while deeply connected by love to everyone and everything, always striving for a better future, while also happy together, here, now, wow.
Below, on a plain still covered with a thin layer of morning mist, a herd of gazelles leapt and played, the young ones jumping over brush with abandon and then spooking as an even larger herd of zebras passed by.
It looks very glamorous, and in certain moments it is, but the one thing that I've gained having the privilege to come back here is to have some perspective.