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She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.

Woodland Poetry

Dancing Trees

Woodland Rain

Last to Leave

Lost in Clouds

What Autumn Brings

The Autumn Has Just Begun

Autumness Of It All

In the Bluebell Wood

Rain in the Trees

The Way through the Woods

Cold January