Folk Of The Downs
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With the soft lilacs and pinks of the late summer faded I find myself writing notes in purple ink to conjure the heather now gone and loitering around the garden centre displays of bright cyclamen. Rare days off, are filled with long walks on leaf soft paths with a mild, reluctant north wind swirling golds and reds about my brown leather boots. On one s…
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