~ from a French folk song ~
Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in January 2017.
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“The moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding-places.” ~ Mary Shelley
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“The moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding-places.” ~ Mary Shelley