Today is predicted to be in the sixty degree range of temperatures; strange for November, but not that unusual...this image is a twisted, gnarled stump taken on my daily walk...I like the weird pattern and movement in it...this is the time of year that I miss my parents the most; because it is a time of memories...remembering all the Thanksgiving dinners my mom cooked when I was a kid...and how brief that childhood was, although at the time it seemed like forever...
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