I trailed my daughter as she and Avi ambled through the woods on a late-summer morning, a day that dawned clean and fresh after a furious downpour of nighttime rain. They were soon out of sight, leaving me on my own in silence that was punctuated now and then by the caroling of a winter wren.
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| Several trees growing from a "grandmother stump" |
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| A ravine, one among many--no wonder the news here is full of stories of ponies stuck in ravines |
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| These two soon receded into the distance |
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| Detail of old wooden table languishing in the woods |
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| Beautiful leaded windows on old farmhouse |
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| Old farmhouse in woods |
