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| I've spent some wonderful sunlit autumn and winter days in the company of magnificent rams; this piece is an homage to those experiences, to the wild sheep's high windswept habitats, and to the tendency of the boys to hang as a bunch (except during the rut, when it's every ram for himself).
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