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Lovely.
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The fire red trees put a thrill through me.
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The leaves shimmer like gold when the sun pours through them.
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This is just one of the views I get on my way home from work.
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Central Park is a fairy land in autumn.
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Pour ma Papa.
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This is what a grown-up's Halloween Trick-or-Treat loot pile looks like.
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A misty November morning in Central Park.
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These two little shits bring me a ridiculous amount of happiness.
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The one on the left is looking for poop to eat.
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Central Park just gets more and more gorgeous as fall goes on.
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Where's the wiener?
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Slimy, muddy, soaking wet, could only be happier if he'd also just eaten a poo-nugget.
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Christmas Berries? Anyone?
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Alice in Wonderland...
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Bethesda in all her autumn glory.
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Filthy pretty bitch.
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I don't remember Central Park being so beautiful last fall, but dear God, this year I understand why people say New York is best in autumn.
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This is November. A month that is this pretty can't be all bad, right?
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The city through the trees. How I love thee, Central Park!
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Can you see the wiener? Because he blends in pretty well here.
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Sit. Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. SIT! Staaaaaaay....... staaaaaaaaay......
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I'd say that I wish it looked like this forever, but then I probably wouldn't appreciate it as much.
