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Tuesday October 25, 2016

Dave Bonta October 25, 2016

The wind persists, and now that the walnut trees are bare I can see the aspens by the marsh, their perpetually agitated crowds yellowing up.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged black walnut, quaking aspen, wind
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