Collecting the Fading Light
That we grasp within our sight
To capture, to hold, to keep
As if we’ve seasoned the dying glow
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Quite haunting with the music! The different shapes on the old tree, the wind and swish of the branches. I would rather be there in the daylight!! M
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What you can’t here on there is the wild bore, who were making lots of noise! There were also some young bucks watching us walking and of course Ronnie wanting to play with deer and boar alike! 🙂
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