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Out walking to where three valleys meet, past Dovestones, on a drizzly day. Low clouds hugging the hilltops, a grey shroud. Dampness on my skin, I become part of the day. Slowly soaked to the skin, walking with my friend. Earthy smell of wet grass assaulting my senses. Misty weather, a favourite of mine. Time taken away from me, nature’s world grey and grand. My eyes a camera, capturing ...
Friday 21st February 2014 3:45 pm
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Falling rain the colour of steel, cast down by the wind blown clouds.
Count the drops in the million, a never-ending torrent drowning the land,
better stay indoors or you’re in for a swim.
See it beat upon your window like a madmen with a drum,
the power of nature in all her ragged glory.
Tuesday 3rd July 2012 6:59 pm
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