The dogwoods naked and unperturbed, basking in the silence of slumber; a skyline born again, rising from the throes of slate grey. Grassy knolls and footpaths coexisting, until the loud rebirth of Spring time, breaks their drab attire. In the distance, the lazy haze grey factory is looming; like ominous death birds hovering; fading red […]
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