Its apparent that all the beauty has been stripped from the trees and we're gazing and bark skeletons until the first snow coats them. I'm fine with that. It occurred to me that the beauty is less of a stripped away type than a displacement of beauty. I walked with the four legged through the woods and since all of those leaves had to go somewhere and in obeying gravity they went "down" onto my path. No rakes, no leaf blowers in the woods. Just displaced beauty and me looking down.
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