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As Autumn Ages

"As Autumn ages, it finds itself waking up each morning in a bit of a fog, with stiff joints that take until midday to limber up when the brilliant sunshine finally burns away the fog."

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There's lots of Autumn color in this post, and all you have to do is click on the pictures to read it and see the full-size images.

Have you read As the River Runs? Lots of beautiful photos in that one too.

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They're also fun to create!

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A little Rural love goes a long way, thanks so much.

Jen @ Rural 

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