
Mist and memory
Dreams of other worlds and times
Touch of joy remains
Heart lifts when I remember
Rain upon a mountaintop

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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
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Sweet memory! ❤
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It was… those pictures were taken a good few years ago, on the very first time I was free to run on those northern hilltops in many, many, years. ❤
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Lovely!
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Thank you, Dale.
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Love these photos! Beautiful poem
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Thanks, Sadje. A special moment for me, that day.
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You’re welcome 😉
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This is very beautiful, Sue.
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Thank you, Robbie,
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Beautiful embodiment of Wordsworth’s spots of time.
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Thanks, Liz. This one is all personal 🙂
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You’re welcome, Sue. 🙂
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🙂
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You’ve got sheeps too. 😀
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They are always ‘free range’ in the north 🙂
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