The last maple leaves have been blown into the corners of shadowed corners, dancing erratically with every wisp of wind. Trees stand naked, abandoned and stripped of their cover, with bony limbs reaching toward the charcoal sky. Squirrels still scamper, searching for the last morsels of food to bury...Read More
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