My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
Robert Frost
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Autumn Eternal
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
Robert Frost
Autumn Eternal
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Autumn Eternal
A casual shoot in the fields behind my home blossomed into a little story. We shot very quick and loose. A fun afternoon.
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