Angoel (angoel) wrote,
Angoel
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There's a certain delight when you're cycling at night, through Windsor Great Park in the cold. Where your slither of light barely gives you the sight of the endless path forwards which winds on and on, through velvety silence of treetops all old and a night trimmed with shadows of gold.
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