Meg Merrilies Her apples were swart blackberries, Her currants, pods o' broom; Her wine was dew of the wild white rose, Her book a church-yard tomb. Her Brothers were the craggy hills, Her sisters larchen trees; Alone with her great family, She liv'd as
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#Sunday - Winding down by running ????????‍♀️, people watching and sunset viewing ???? #metime #sunset #sunsetphotography
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