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Willows by the Leet


A wash of green: the willow,  and those delicate leaves from surrouding trees growing every whichways, seen as I was going home along a by-way of the river Leet, where hardly anyone walks. I could hear some children playing in the distance on the other side of the river, and the harsh cry of a disurbed duck, but otherwise silence.

September 27, 2013 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments


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