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Gently haunting weather.
An ocean of mist
Stretches for miles
Hugging the valleys close.
Dark islands of hills
March to the west
A warm sun breaks through.
A Curlew calls
From a dark stone wall
Sings of her joy
And calls to her treasures.
A bold snipe dares gravity
Sets the air a'shimmer
Winnowing mist
With his feathers
And lovely Lapwing
Green gloss and mauve
Dance on the soft edge of the sky.

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