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A TIME OF DYING
Categories: Perspective, Photography, Poetry
| Tags: Autumn, Branches, Death, Digital Imagery, Dying, Hazel Nuts, Heart, Leaves, Life, Memory, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Pyre, Seasons, Snow, Trees, Winter
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