my father would stop and watch water holes near dambulla for hours teaching my sister and me names of plants and birds .And we wre bored specially when he got out of car and started chatting to villagers . but now after many years i do the same so much to learn by stopping and seeing and chatting. bless his memory .
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Very nice image; sorry I did not find your comment before...
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