Another imagined landscapes. Our walk through the woods this morning and we were still on the cusp of spring. I keep a spare set of summer foliage in that jar by the door, so I put it to good use.
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The Fourth Little Piggy
This is one of the old mills that line the Calder and Hebble Navigation as it makes its way through Brighouse. It's like a practical dem...
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