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Recently Nanette
and I explored a new corner of the British Isles:
the Hampshire region in southwest England. As we
walked its quaint paths, I felt a longing for a
time when rambling was a preferred mode of
transportation. Cobblestone Bridge is bathed in the
light of a golden nostalgic sunset, the glow of oil
lamps, firelight in the thatch-roofed cottages, and
the yearnings in my heart. The stately old bridge
is constructed with fieldstones and the thatched
roofs are built up from bundles of reeds. In the
world of Cobblestone Bridge, man and nature live in
God's perfect balance. While we visited, Nanette
and I shared in that harmony.
— Thomas
Kinkade
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