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ebb – season to rue the loss, dwindle, world collapses to stasis
… but reet pretty if you can be bothered to go outside, dawns galore… it’s like theres one every day!
midst the gloaming, to stomp up the cliffs, jump in the puddles… water so still it shatters

was trying to capture the fairy purple feather on this one!
lining up the shot (in every sense) then nosser messi turns up!

RP: Norman Hunter’s looking well.

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