They decided that the mountains would be perfect. They rode horses along the dust before they got near to the steam topped peaks. Lying on the blanket, they looked into the eye of the sky, then galloped up a storm; sandwiches in their rucksacks, homemade rose lemonade with a twist of spirit in their flasks. Before the sun set they made an open topped den, and snuggled in layers made of sheep. Closing their eyes after a brisk dance around the fire and naked sprint to the stream, they lay back and saved the day for retirement’s dreams.
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