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A shimmering lake of my own making, a flash of blue across the water, twelve spotless geese conversing in private tones, reflected. Coot and moorhen feeding chicks, This is my delight, to look upon nature in the glorious Sun and smile, contented.
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
My delight.
A shimmering lake of my own making, a flash of blue across the water, twelve spotless geese conversing in private tones, reflected. Coot and moorhen feeding chicks, This is my delight, to look upon nature in the glorious Sun and smile, contented.
b-j-clement
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
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