Little misty morning of shrouded winter trees on a pale frost covered meadow.
Not here much these days but for nicer reasons. Just sharing a little bit of Sunday morning tranquility with you.
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Autumn leaves glide quietly passed on a chalkstream of liquid autumn glass. The bed a mirage of evaporating mossy flint. Tones of verdigris through to russet in the bare red riverside shrubs overhanging the far side.
Scents of deep peaty earth and summer wild foliage in beautiful decay of dull mint and wild garlic
Time for a walk.
You can come if you like folks X
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