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What wondrous sights are these? As yawning fauna wake from peaceful sleep and greet the morning breeze. To fleeting birdsong rising up, which floats and bloats the air with ease, Then escapes the canopies of ancient trees so tender, into rising Verdigris of splendour. Upon a lazy English meadow scene, in summer time.
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
English Meadow
What wondrous sights are these? As yawning fauna wake from peaceful sleep and greet the morning breeze. To fleeting birdsong rising up, which floats and bloats the air with ease, Then escapes the canopies of ancient trees so tender, into rising Verdigris of splendour. Upon a lazy English meadow scene, in summer time.
mark-penfold
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
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