Eleven Thousand Sunrises

A springtime bull lazes in a luxurious field of wildflowers.

The grass here is soft, the light is warm, and it smells of fresh growth and soil. There's nothing else to do, and nowhere else to be.

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This collection welcomes Taurus season (April 20th) and celebrates my first thirty trips around the sun (April 21st).