I am saddened that Smoky has not returned from her wandering. I hope she has just found another farm rather than the alternative. Often in the morning as the sun starts to rise over the distant hills, I look out over the woodland and Snelgrove Brook at the bottom of the hill, I watch the tendrils of fog as they drift above the water and weave in and out between the trees.
I drew in the parts of the trees that could be seen and left the bottom areas blank with the fog hiding them from sight.
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