Newborn lambs are such delicate little creatures until their
legs grow sturdy and their fleece develops. This morning I saw two of them in a
field, resting and apparently sleeping in the cold wind while their mother
grazed nearby. Their tiny faces looked pinched in resignation. My own body was
perfectly warm in my super winter walking coat, but my mind felt their coldness
and sank into a bleak place.
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