A Sicilian lemon
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About: Hi, I'm Cicely, and this Is my blog, full of my photos and the odd bit of writing. Unless I have cited a source, all photos I post are mine so use them but please link back to me :)

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The sound of birdsong on a spring evening, echoing through the dusty air with the low sun glinting through the trees. It carries itself through the park, contained and echoing as if it isĀ detachedĀ from the thin polluted air which it soars through.

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