November

Long shadows on winter wheat.  Trees, some bare, some still going out in a blaze of glory.  A reluctant  acknowledgement of what lies ahead.

Long shadows on winter wheat. Trees, some bare, some still going out in a blaze of glory. A reluctant acknowledgement of what lies ahead.

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