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The arrival of the Snow Moon left a thin layer of ice on the moss.

There was a stillness but a clarity to the light which illuminated the pools and the grasses. Sitting quietly I could see vapour rising gently off the peat as the sun heats the surface.

Birdsong gently surrounds me.

Winter Hill was shrouded in a pinkish mist.

 

 


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