She folded her hands primly and sat ... waiting
A rainy day, the temperature has dropped at least 15 degrees. Still, I want to wring every last vision of autumn's beauty from our garden. Hunt for it. Capture the glow before it vanishes. A reminder of life, of warmth, of nourishment and joy. There is loveliness in the garden's demise. Just look!
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That is so lovely
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