Out alone on Dartmoor in the wild mid-winter when howling winds from ancient times stirred the limbs and leaves to blow a chorus of thunder through the mighty oaks.
It was great up there!
Out alone on Dartmoor in the wild mid-winter when howling winds from ancient times stirred the limbs and leaves to blow a chorus of thunder through the mighty oaks.
It was great up there!
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