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The forest is alive with Woods and timbers of Oak. Wild thickets and sheltered homes. Ivy growth's rise over coppice. Clumps of flowers and Clover bloom where light penetrates. The weald is our home.
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
The weald
The forest is alive with Woods and timbers of Oak. Wild thickets and sheltered homes. Ivy growth's rise over coppice. Clumps of flowers and Clover bloom where light penetrates. The weald is our home.
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
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