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Saturday, April 29, 2017
Bluebell woods in black and white
I'm sure this barn wasn't derelict last time I was here.
We met a horse here.
The woods are full of branches.
Real bluebells.
Tree trunks echo.
We walked along this fallen tree and it felt like we were surfing.
The final forks in the road, ho ho.
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