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Spring in the High Peak
Spring in the High Peak
The raggle taggle skeins of snow rimmed the hills and huddled forlornly in the shady corners of the winter-weary fields.
Tucked into threadbare hedgerows, glistening crystals prismed the shafts of pale sunlight scything through the battleship-grey cloud-shards ragged by the bitter wind of the North, and beamed jewels of hope to the porcelain-blu...
Monday 9th April 2012 2:00 pm
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