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My grandmother would have been 111 years old today. She loved morning fields just as much as I do. Driving through the misty morning of Wordless Wednesday to reach these dewy fields. What compares to a summer morning? – Nothing Sunday morning will see the last photo of this tour in search of summer silence. I finally reached the river.
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