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Dec 2022
the bees are back,
but bees do not appear in the winter,
so what is this animal that I can hear,
flying around in my head,
all the wildlings have gone into hibernation,
I wish I could do the same,
however, time does not stop for me,
oh but sometimes how I wish that it would
marysepithet
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marysepithet  24/lake district
(24/lake district)   
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   Rob Rutledge
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