Peering from the mountain's ridge, my gaze falls upon the exquisite rolling moorlands. A sensuous muted blanket of purple heather spreads lavishly - as far as my eyes can see. Delicate aromas drift through the atmosphere. Perfumed air envelopes my senses. Joy attends my heart.

Suddenly ~ Zzzzzzzz.............

Meadows: a pastel plantation for the pollen pouches of winged creatures.

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Drogher Legate said...

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