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"And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep gold stillness slanting through and under the branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot quite hear, however much one tries."
duchessoil:

Rapeseed field in the much needed sunshine

duchessoil:

Rapeseed field in the much needed sunshine

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