Autumn is coming and the land needs a signal to know that its time to start fading and resting for the upcoming spring. Everyone has their own way of reminding the land from cutting back their gardens to singing to sacrifice.
Our family has always been one of the latter.
We tie our eldest ewe to the oak tree way out in the fields and slit her throat at sunset. As she bleeds out, the life in the land bleeds with her and all starts to silence by sunrise.
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