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 I rarely had such a vivid image in my mind as when Holland died in the forest of his London. In my head it's looking like a birch forest in winter with the dead leaves fallen to the ground and the river being gentle, slender and cold. Holland is resting with his head against a trunk and you can see the contrast between his white hair, his black clothes and his stunning leafy green eyes. It is just so beautiful and so sad and when I think about his life my heart aches.