Sunday, October 18, 2015

10.18.15 And there, the trees all with their bright fall garments

Chugging up the winding road and the small hill we came, early on, till we passed the enormous field across from deep woods. And there was the line of trees all with their bright fall garments . And beyond them another field, still to be shorn . And beyond that , the small mountains and big hills , blue and dark in their obeisance, far in the distance.

 

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