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Posted: July 13th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: katey, photography | No Comments »

This is the village I call home. It’s awfully pretty and quaint and all of those good, English things. At the top of that hill is a post office, and at the bottom of the hill is a bakery. It’s that kind of village.

Predictably, there are eight pubs.



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