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Sounds Off

  • Nov 21, 2011
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jul 28


There are very few leaves left on the horse chestnut trees. Isolated on the branch, curled inward, dry and distinctly dead, they will fall easy victim to the next gust or three of wind.  None the less, they still present a precious sight against the morning sun. Surely nothing can spoil the moment.

 
 
 

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