{"id":317,"date":"2011-07-17T08:14:44","date_gmt":"2011-07-17T08:14:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=317"},"modified":"2011-07-17T08:14:44","modified_gmt":"2011-07-17T08:14:44","slug":"wendy-ann-greenhalgh-is-on-exmoor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wendy-ann-greenhalgh-is-on-exmoor\/","title":{"rendered":"Wendy Ann Greenhalgh is on Exmoor"},"content":{"rendered":"

Exmoor<\/span>

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I couldn\u2019t tell what it was at first. I was barely awake.<\/span>
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The mist curdled over the heather and the dawn cry of the curlews kept whipping the clouds up and up – so that whatever it was seemed to be steaming, trailing dry ice. The air was grainy as I rubbed my eyes.<\/span>
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Then it harrumphed at me, grew solid, coalesced around its breath. It turned its hot flank and dipped its head buyantibioticshere.com<\/a> towards the stream. Drank. Whinnied. A sharp little snicker. <\/span>
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Pony.<\/span>
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On the horizon the winter sun sliced its way into the frozen sky, and you woke beside me, and said,<\/span>
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\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/span>



 *Wendy Ann Greenhalgh<\/span>  aka Story Scavenger – writes flash, short stories and is currently hacking her way through the final draft of a novel. www.storyscavenger.blogspot.com  <\/a><\/span>
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Exmoor I couldn\u2019t tell what it was at first. I was barely awake. The mist curdled over the heather and the dawn cry of the curlews kept whipping the clouds up and up – so that whatever it was seemed to be steaming, trailing dry ice. The air was grainy as I rubbed my eyes. Then it harrumphed […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-317","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/317","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=317"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/317\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=317"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=317"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=317"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}