Arriving, wet place and walking over mud.

1. With the sun behind her, my friend comes down the hill towards our gate.

2. We step over a wet place where a rust-coloured chalybeate spring runs over the road.

3. I walk over spring mud and wonder which of my footprints will harden into summer ruts and which will flake away into dust.

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