Creative Writing: Gorple's Ideal Sheep

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Gorple Nahalsha sat flopped into a pile of snow, lazily strumming her guitar as her father's flock of seven hundred long woolen sheep dug around in the snow for their bi-weekly feeding and exercise. The sun had just risen, but Gorple had been getting up before the sun since her parents started raising her as a shepherdess, though even she admitted it was hard to fight against sleep this morning. This was her job, to just sit and keep these dumb sheep from dying or wandering off. The Yabori mountain range stretched out beyond the cliff the field her fluffy burden fed around, though from her perspective all she saw was a sea of clouds with the lower peaks draped in thick white fog that rolled and explored every surface. The larger peaks stretching
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