her flock

Tonight I met her on the prairie. Clad in a crimson robe worn for divine rituals, she held a lamb in her arms and asked me to photograph her with the flock. The hazy golden glow of the night rose behind her, while the sheep stood quietly like a bed forged from flames, their glimmering eyes enveloping me like a rising tide. Kneeling on the grass to set up my camera, the moment I peered through the viewfinder, it suddenly dawned on me—she was the sun on the grassland in the darkness of night.

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