Alternatively, Happy (lunar) New Year.
And a fragment of a poem, which at least has sheep tracks if not the animals themselves:
I’ve walked the sheeptracks of your dreams
in search of unicorns, but they have fled.
Now they graze where honey flows in streams
through pillowing hills.
Though perhaps it should be goats not sheep in the photo, and Chinese dragons not unicorns in the poem.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
NOW…DON’T GO SHEEPISH AND REGRETFUL ON US!!!!! BROKEN COOKIES ARE STILL TASTY!