Opening bars of percussive rain on reed, a bellowing bruise of an indigo sky. Bell pulling ropes of the bullrush ring a change of key, leaves the whispers of willows to lament the fading song now that the swifts are gone. Sounds of late summer on the marsh.
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I love the simplicity ABSOKUTEKY breathtaking Well done D
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🙂 Thanks so much !!! x