And my habit of early rising means I see glory like this
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acquiescing to the changing, peacening in the seasons' inevitability and wisdom. Now, the year is passing; season changing. No longer ...
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Utter sheer glory . To see the sun rise, golden and smiling, after cold windy days... Calm, bright, all goodness. The sky is a cloud page... -
As wet a day as ever was! No mountains, no ocean, just dark heavy cloud and a wall of falling water. Midges and pollen. Sunday, sweet Sun...
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