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Darling Buds of April
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Bluebells
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Country path
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Spring is springing
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Rape Seed or Sea?
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Horses in the early mist
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Horses in the early mist 2
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New Born
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Alone in the mist
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Colours of spring
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Path to somewhere mystical?
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Barely Mist
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Morning blossom
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Darling buds of April (2)
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Evening sun through the trees
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Dead and Alive
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Roots
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Blue Berries
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From little acorns........
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....and some fell on stoney ground.
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Sycamore seeds
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Strings of Pearls
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Walking in a dream
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Who's the strongest?
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Icicles
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Walkies for the Humans
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Excuse me.......I seem to have lost my horse!
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Too cold to sit and watch.
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Tree in the mist
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From the safety of the woods......
