July 26/2014
To day I walked from Chattenden to Higham through fields of golden corn,,Wood Pigeons cooing ,Greenfinches in great numbers,Magpies a flash of black and white,not a sound of modern living just bird song and the humming of the bees,I had found my personal utopia ,a perfect state of mind,contentment,and it was free,a slight warm breeze,a pale blue sky with cotton wool clouds here and there,look there's a rabbit no its a hare,a fox wanders by ,stops and stares for a moment and then goes on its way,then the shrill of a frightened Blackbird,a slow worm in the grass,I must do this again in another place on another day.
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