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We went there looking for the swans. They were there, but hidden. November has its own kind of melancholy beauty.

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Hugh GriffithWednesday, November 11, 2009 9:13:00 PM
Melancholy beauty. Nicely put.
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DebThursday, November 12, 2009 9:07:00 PM
Thanks Hugh!
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Deb: Minnesota, United States; I'm a musician, herbalist, and mom to three twenty something adults. I married the love of my life at age 51. Oh, and I also work in fisheries management.

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