Miss the afternoons
reading at home, while it rained
…and I dreamt of moors
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One with nature, the breeze and the trees...
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I dreamt of moors too, in my Wuthering Heights days, lol.
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Ah, same! I love Wuthering Heights.
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Ok, I posted one of my own.
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And how charming too!
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