We gaze at the Seine, flowing like time below us, its ancient stone banks lined with the once verdant skeletons of Burr Oaks, Cretan Maples, and Lebanon Cedars.
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Jeff KrasnoHOST
9:09
Ever more naked the trees undress, reticently letting go of their remaining leaves like seasoned parents.
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Jeff KrasnoHOST
9:17
They don't cling.
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