Autumn Splendor

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Why do I live in the city?  Because the city has everything you might want.  You want theater?  It's got theater.  You want extreme art?  You got extreme art.  You want autumn splendor at an isolated stream with a small watermill?  It's the city!  You got it.

This is my Philadelphia.

And for a change . . .

I'm not on the road -- my trip got postponed.  I plan to spent the entire day doing nothing but lazing about writing.

Above:  The Morris Arboretum.  Or, rather, a small portion of it.

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