Tullycavan
Mumbling to myself while rain comes up the valley
Monday, February 24, 2014
Towards the end of Summer
Summer evening
Looking northwards. In that direction is the smoke from the open cut fire that blankets Morwell at the moment.
Silver Wattles
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