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The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.
– William Blake





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  1. Great series, I especially like the second one – it has this great dreamy feeling

  2. tom

    Wunderbar. Mir gefällt das Erste ganz besonders. Sehr schöne Stimmung.

  3. These are some exquisite shots. I like use of shallow dof and light in the fist shot. I love the angle and the lightng in the second shot. The clouds and saturation in the windmill shot is just brilliant

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