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Sparrow and frost

Sparrow and frost. 

Abruptly turned cold and fell quite thick fog. 

The next morning, the trees were strewn with frost. 

A flock of sparrows stood on the branches of a rosehip bush. 

I approached them, but … they flew away. 

Only this brave sparrow remained, and I managed to get him some shots πŸ™‚ 

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