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11.THIRTY.16

The wind shifted and the veil of gauzy clouds broke.

Small tendrils of sunshine reached out across the landscape.

We strolled through mud puddles and listened to the distant waves.

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11.TWENTY-NINE. 16

 The month ahead continues to darkening around us.

Approaching the first day of winter.

The sun moves low on the horizon.

A golden surprise in the damp understory.

Chanterelle.