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    The woods can seem very dull on one of those glum mornings in January or February when a grey, wet mist is quarrelling with the treetops and the dominant sound appears to be the endless splap, splap, splap of countless drops of water which seem to fall from every twig on every bough of every tree onto the carpet of decaying, saturated leaves below. The woods can seem very dull on one of those glum mornings in January or February when a grey, wet mist is quarrelling with the treetops and the dominant sound appears to be the endless splap, splap, splap of countless drops of water which seem to fall from every twig on every bough of every tree onto the carpet of decaying, saturated leaves below.
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