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May312020

Wheatfield

 

  1. Walking the Old Hunter before the heat, we come across a field of new wheat which smells of honey.
  2. A perfect cool breeze brings a red and gold darter clattering past my ear
  3. A banded demoiselle rests with an azure damselfly, cobalt and neon blue.

 

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