January - week 2
"Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow."
- Robert Frost -
In a dark, dark town there is a dark, dark wood. In that dark, dark wood there is a dark, dark path. At the end of that dark, dark path is a beautiful field, with a lone oak tree, on the edge of the hertfordshire countryside. In that field live deer, squirrels, pheasants, bats and all manner of creatures. And through that wood I wander and by that tree I ponder.
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