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Fallen leaves in many hues lying everywhere in the water on the grass blowing to the breeze. Whispering songs over the crickets and the gurgles of the stream. Songs of the fallen leaves of coming wisps of winter cold winds under autumn moon and memories of warm summers. Fallen leaves in many hues singing many songs.
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC
On a walk in Morton Arboretum
Fallen leaves in many hues lying everywhere in the water on the grass blowing to the breeze. Whispering songs over the crickets and the gurgles of the stream. Songs of the fallen leaves of coming wisps of winter cold winds under autumn moon and memories of warm summers. Fallen leaves in many hues singing many songs.
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC
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