And it was sheep. Hundreds of sheep, two dogs, and a sheepherder begin to make their way across the hill towards the road, and towards our view from the top of the rooftop. The sound of bells was beautiful. It was like cow bells, but a bit more delicate, mixed with the wind, birds, and our own excited breathing. Brandon sat next to me, wrapped his arms around me, and we just sat. Listening.

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