A Little More Poetry…

Trying to capture that moment of when the wind riles the trees in empty woodland and you are alone with the creatures and the spirits of the place. Where I used to live, when the working world got a bit too much I used to take a day off and head out into the woods and sit and eat my picnic lunch on the top of a neolithic burial barrow… with just the trees and the birds. Puts things in perspective.

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