Pilgrimage to Burrow Mump at Sunrise

The air temperature was four below freezing, and the flooded Somerset levels were bright with ice. The sun broke over the distant Mendip hills. My un-gloved hands burned in the frozen air, and for a moment it seemed, only the sun was moving…

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