wanderations
artifacts and notes from the field
Sunday, October 9, 2011
gilded
The afternoon sun today is crazy liquid gold cascading all over everything. The trees are dripping with it.
A most peaceful Sunday. Could we keep it -- frozen in this amber -- for all time? These are the kinds of thoughts that autumn thinks.
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