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Returned from a short visit to the Beacons.

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Hedgerows, wild ponies, two earthenware mugs of tea after lunch. The lush spring of the sod beneath your rain boots. Were it a starlit evening, the scent of your drink would dance away from you as poetry, screening the river from view- you’d think of a lover’s breath, perhaps.



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