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An Emperor Dragonfly above the marshes.

Warm sun, chilly wind. Took a walk by the marshes to admire the dragonflies.

( Bog Cotton & blue butterflies )

Yesterday was grey, and the wind was in the north. Took the track that runs beside the marshes. A cold, drear track in January, lined with dark heather and dank winter grasses, and ditches full of peat-brown water. But the woodlarks were singing.

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