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08
Oct
14

Bit of a Pansy

We were walking through stubble; a misty morning with little to look at. I almost trod on it. A tiny, tiny window of light among the furrows. A Field Pansy wet with dew shone like a white hot ember.

Now getting scarcer to find, it brightened up a grey day.

Field Pansy

 

 




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