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Tom Lywood
Album 2

Home a rolling word manon the edge of the forestContact

Brenda my wife

Truffler's Log

2014 VALENTINO has the woodcock i

It is now you can dig the truffle for love

golden truffle 7.12.2011

Magnatum Pico dug by Jennie parma 2011

2.12,2012 hunting lyre wood

2.12,2012 hunting lyre wood

digging magnatum pico italy 28.11.2011

16.11.2011 brumale hair's,

tuber aestivumunder the microscope 12.11.2011

30th october 2011 ghost in wood

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Tonight as the God's rested, We dug the truffle we spelt under the beech and walked in the paces. Edwards footsteps.The great hunt still remains, we sprang in song and twined among the river banks. The blind bird of mystery flew all through the valley, crying and crying and crying and crying; And below her Wing cruxed in the beat,lay the truffle. The song and the truffle rises high, high into the air and she hears it in her ears and the beat goes on and the song goes on and tonight the gods shall dance and we stirred our way through the great park. good night. Mario, Pieara, Paolo I write to you of Zetta and Ringo, tonight they are inside me , I hope tomorrow , I stop thinking about them. I saw Rudi toady he is a fine dog size wise between Brenda and Valentino, already dug 100 truffle , looks like valentino.

Tartufi hunting
Trufflers Wife