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October's last blooms and so aptly named...
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Hark! Hark to the wind! 'Tis the night, they say, when all souls come back from the far away - the dead, forgotten this many a day. ~Virna Sheard
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Mrs. Silence
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Mrs. Silence's Willows and Urns.
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Mrs. Silence, amiable consort.
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Apparently there was an issue with the century she died?
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More willows and urns...on fading marble.
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'Tis but a few whose days amount, to threescore years and ten, and all beyond that short account is sorrow, toil and pain.
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1800's engraved sun
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Intricate columns and urns.
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More Stream
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Beech Leaves
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All the way to the top of the hill
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Already in the last gasps of the season
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Beeches, in all their glory, bringing up the rear
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Glorious Golden Beeches
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Harvest Moon
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Very first light of dawn
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Brilliant Sunrise
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A Fiery Maple
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A Mighty Tree
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Apple Picking :)
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Apples, Apples and More Apples :)
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I Loved This Halloween Apple Tree
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A Faithful Old Tractor
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Autumn is For Apples
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Soon to be Apple Crisp :)
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A Good Harvest
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Classic Autumn Shot :)
