Last night I spent time with the flock around dusk, the fog was thick, comforting and almost warming in the cool air. I had this second where I thought,
"Please don't ever let me forget my sheep, ever. If I'm put away in a room please let me think of them and remember exactly how their hair felt and their eyes looked."
Someone said that the photo above of Lina looks like a silent movie star. I liked this comparison. Her lips made up with a natural mud lipstick and her eyes expressing all she needed to the audience without words.
