heather. moors. light.
heather. moors. light.

“I can see her now. On the day we take the forest path to the deep stream beside the alder copse. There a plover calls in the deep woodsy stillness, and then a pair of martins dart across the over-grown path. Through the trees can be seen the thick and fast-moving line of flowing water, a steep bank beneath our feet and flowering at the edge of the water, the purple loosestrife and meadowsweet of spring."

 

-- from the newly best-selling novel SINFUL FOLK 

 

 

 

PHOTO: "Rosedale," by Ross J. Brown, on Flickr

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