IF YOU GO DOWN TO THE WOODS TODAY....
Journeys through the New Forest
Tuesday 24 January 2012
Reflection
Gnarly wooden fingers, needy and searching, reach out from thick and mighty trunks, towards the hidden Sun they know is there, obscured today by powerless thick grey clouds which cried softly for the plight.
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Gnarly wooden fingers, needy and searching, reach out from thick and mighty trunks, towards the hidden Sun they know is there, obscured today by powerless thick grey clouds which cried softly for the plight.
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