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…ver truly still. Always there is the hum of insect wings, the rustle of the breeze through foliage. The echo of birdsong makes the volume of the lofty treed space tangible: truly three-dimensional in a way that open grassland or arable farmland is not.
Steve Fendt
David Rudder
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Beautiful, Steve 👍😊
Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.
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