24.2.11
A Misty Morning
This morning I thought a walk through the misty woods would inspire me for the day. It was rather spooky and the only sounds I could hear were the birds, a noisy woodpecker and the odd drop of water from the tall trees. (I'm sure others could hear my curses as I watched helplessly as my dog rolled in horse manure, joy).
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