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I keep looking down

I find the street intoxicatingly pretty in the autumn.


I do wish I could show you the bright yellow sycamores outside our house by the woods.... Lovely to see you are just as happy about the colours!

What am I missing here? Is there a note of sarcasm in your adjectives? I'm looking at what appears to be, other than a few leaves, trash...or am I mistaken?

you might like the trash here as well: http://walterscott.tumblr.com/

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