DAVID SPRECHER




shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll shear from the brisket down to the lower flank area. She’ll slowly extend the long blow, again opening Ewe’s white belly to the fog. Her hand will still feel the shear sound and her ears will still hear it travel and dissolve over low hills. Fog will eat and eat the edge off, bottomless, just a hum. She’ll push another long blow, again, snug, doubling the width of white skin. Ewe will be hunched between her knees, chin tucked, forelimbs like shelving brackets. The millionth third belly blow will hug the second: the fourth blow, the millionth third. The black wool mat will flop, the past, between Ewe’s legs, and stray curls will drift always away with the sound. A shift in weight will afford Ewe’s hind quarters. From the right toe she’ll move up the inside of the right leg and pass gently over the crotch area, shielding Ewe’s teats with her non-dominant thumb. The soiled wool will be matted and resistant. Cleared, she’ll turn 90 degrees to press her right knee against Ewe’s brisket, exposing the sheep’s left side. She’ll shear the black wool from Ewe’s left toe to the near side of the backbone. Her own right leg will shift a few inches backward and she’ll position the comb at the top of Ewe’s tail. Another blow up along the backbone and two more parallel will clear it. She’ll flip their bodies again, placing her right foot between Ewe’s hind legs and her left foot at the base of Ewe’s spine, hugging with her knees. Her non-dominant hand will grab Ewe below the chin and stretch Ewe’s head back to the left. Her shears will scan from brisket to neck, returning just below the chin. By then Ewe’s belly will be dark again with a half inch crew of new wool. She’ll continue to make parallel blows along the left neck ending first beneath Ewe’s eye then beneath Ewe’s ear. The fleece will unravel as she proceeds with black marks flitting into fog. Pulling the wrinkled skin taught, she’ll shear Ewe’s left side again, from knee to shoulder with fluid absence. The unwritten skin will expand like dawn over Ewe’s ribs and backbone. She’ll shift in time into the fifth position. Upright with Ewe’s nose between her knees she’ll continue the long blows along Ewe’s right side, line by line, until the plump back is bare. The belly and hind quarters will be fully refleeced, then, and without pause or memory she’ll