Wednesday, November 27, 2019

We took an early brisk walk this morning in Elm Grove Cemetery, each going in different directions and high-fiving when we passed.

It was a cold, gray morning, very different from the mild, colorful mornings in October, but still, there was elegance in the slightly-moving trees, the silent gravestones, and the silvery Mystic River with a lone sculler spiritedly rowing his smooth-looking ship up the middle towards the 95 bridge.

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