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Apr 2014
It's 5:11am. A pretty time.
The street lights outside, in my dippedΒ Β valley lane,
glow orange against the soft, warm, gloomy shades of morn.
The pretty pitter-patter of rain I can
hear on the roof is adorning the bluebells in crystals which will twinkle when the wild wide world wakes.
Wrote this this morning from bed:)
Liz
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Liz  London
(London)   
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