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The ruts in this ploughed field are filled with ice and the trees that border it are frosted. A freezing mist hangs in the middle distance.
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The hedgerow leads the eye into the landscape and the mist that shrouds the not so distant field boundary. Nearby a wind-writhen tree, winter bare, holds frosted branches to the sky.
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Another field, in the distance a stretch of frosted trees is just showing through the mist as a weak sun breaks through.