Debbie Smyth posted: " There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, ...I love not man the less, but Nature more, - from Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (Canto iv, Verse 178) by Lord Byronread more Hampstead Heath, Lond"
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