This was a quiet, crisp winter morning, with fluffy white clouds floating across the sky. The beautiful reflections of the oak trees in the flooded meadows made me want to sit and meditate. Only occasional sounds of robins taking a bath could be heard.
Love the trees reflected in the water.
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It’s the park right by the writing center. Maybe we could have a picnic there when it is a bit warmer!
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