You know, the last time I walked in the woods, before the severe weather we've had in the Pacific Northwest, it looked just like your photo today. My guess is that when I walk in the woods again soon, I will see the same hardy yellow leaves. Thanks for this glimpse of sunlight!
I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use - silence, exile, and cunning.
James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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You know, the last time I walked in the woods, before the severe weather we've had in the Pacific Northwest, it looked just like your photo today. My guess is that when I walk in the woods again soon, I will see the same hardy yellow leaves. Thanks for this glimpse of sunlight!
thank you Am!
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