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Passed the lake last evening. It looked dark,dank and threatening. In the fast fading light. The moody mountains stood tall. With thick mist swirling across. In ghostly fashion. A complete contrast to the summer view. Keith Wilson. Windermere. UK. 2016. .
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 10:40 AM UTC
THE LAKE IN WINTER
Passed the lake last evening. It looked dark,dank and threatening. In the fast fading light. The moody mountains stood tall. With thick mist swirling across. In ghostly fashion. A complete contrast to the summer view. Keith Wilson. Windermere. UK. 2016. .
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 10:40 AM UTC
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