Stepping on frosty puddles to crack the film of ice
Early morning mist
Scuffing through fallen leaves hoping to find conkers, or even sweet chestnuts
Just scuffing through fallen leaves for the pleasure of it, too
The sweet scent of fallen crab apples
Fog muffling all the noise and making the countryside strange and mysterious
Early morning mist
Scuffing through fallen leaves hoping to find conkers, or even sweet chestnuts
Just scuffing through fallen leaves for the pleasure of it, too
The sweet scent of fallen crab apples
Fog muffling all the noise and making the countryside strange and mysterious
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