Make me a photo about I see a never ending line of Mountains with rough fluffy sheep. The sheep are far away but not too far. I smell sheep poo. I hear the wind whirling. I feel the tough grass on my feet. I taste the wind when it blows on my face it smells fresh. I think in a couple of years these Mountains will be houses and roads so I'm lucky im here right now to enjoy this view. Mehr sehen