Field of Dreams – late summer grass sward under a clear sky. A countryside journey’s rest accompanied by twirlpling nightingale’s singing from unseen heights.
Give me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;
Give me a field where the unmow’d grass grows;
Walt Whitman
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