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Island Fields
I walk these fields in Autumn, Blazing orange, red and gold, Blackberry fermenting on the vine, Wild geese leaving for a warmer time, Indian Summer soon behind. I walk these fields in Winter, Upon the trail of frozen snow, Pheasant wild in perfect grace, The Valley a...
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