The nearly bare branches of a tree in late autumn. A light snow has fallen, some of which is adhering to the branches and remaining leaves.
Good Sunday morning, fellow travelers.
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“That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.”~73