I walk in a different light.
Boots stuck in mud and water holes.
While ravens and buzzards crying over me.
I walk between mounds and beautiful vistas.
I walk between old oaks.
They look like they have been here forever.
The light is generous and joy bubbles for suddenly a large crane flock flies over me while trumpeters their message:
Spring is here.
Jægersborg Dyrehave
Jægersborg Dyrehave
Jægersborg Dyrehave
Jægersborg Dyrehave
Jægersborg Dyrehave
Jægersborg Dyrehave
Jægersborg Dyrehave
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