"The grandfather clock is an enemy telling me that death runs at my heels. The clock has a painted face picturing the four seasons; Spring, a child on a sheep-covered hill; Summer, a girl big with child raking hay in a shining meadow; Autumn, a woman blown before a tempest; Winter, an old man with a red face pushing sticks into a fire under a cooking pot slung from a tripod. There is a painted moon behind, that moves with the days of the month."
Tide-race Brenda Chamberlain
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