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| Color is turning toward gold... |
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| Rain on the roof...and Belle waits to get in! |
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| Colors are so intense... |
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| Condensation on the windows make frosted glass and prismatic light... |
I love fall...leaves are thinning, I can see deeper into our little forest; different birds are at the feeders. A fleece throw feels good in the morning, and somehow I need a candle in the window...