A Trail of Flowers
Monday, April 20, 2009
In Exmoor...
"And through the dewy meadow's breast, fringed with shade, but touched on one side with the sun-smile, ran the crystal water, curving in its brightness like diverted hope."
--from R. D. Blackmore's
Lorna Doone
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