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Rivers edge.
Shipyard sheds.
The house in the field.
Snow clouds this morning over the Forth.
Head drawing.
November morning and the hawthorn wears its black winter dress with scarlet pearls. A blackbird and blue tit strip the willow through jaggy arm to jaggy arm to the tune of the wheezy accordion air.
Silence of the moor. https://t.co/LDnEohjlcm
The Moor. https://t.co/M3dpWOGs3t
Martedi. https://t.co/PTHOkO6MF3
Through the woods. https://t.co/3ydk8szL8d