 Hat
I did not see the blackened bramble reach and take my hat, but felt a tug disrupt my thoughts, so turned and paused my ramble Ruth Field  Emsworthy
'Marsh green bog old man with camera searching for shots, old man and son striding down moor distanced observed nods of hello, Douglas Nosworthy repaired these old stone walls, walls I've studied, sketched, loved, another connection in my walks down these paths, and hailstorm is forgotten now I'm warmed and comforted again' Ruth Field  'There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in' Leonard Cohen  'You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus'
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