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A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or less of power. There is a silent eloquence In every wild bluebell That fills my softened heart with bliss That words could never tell. - Anne Bronte - The Bluebell
A springtime walk in the Cotswolds can reveal many lovely things - baby birds, young foxes, and bluebells! Although work sadly kept us from spending much time in the woods, we did find a few moments to seek out the famous England's famous "bluebell woods":
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