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Yesterday on an intercity highway a field of golden canola caught my eye as it had done in the late afternoon of the previous day.
The lighting had transformed the rolling pasture into a scene of exquisite beauty but unfortunately I was unable to stop.
I passed by the fields again on my return but the magic of the previous day had all but disappeared.
The lighting had transformed the rolling pasture into a scene of exquisite beauty but unfortunately I was unable to stop.
I passed by the fields again on my return but the magic of the previous day had all but disappeared.
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