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We took our walk to Sengy, following the usual path |
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We discovered a graveyard, for the farmhouse by the sea |
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Completely obscured by summer vegetation, it reveals itself in winter |
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Gates rusted and overgrown, but other parts of the fence completely missing |
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Those that tended this parcel two hundred years ago |
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Spanish moss in an Oak Bluffs oak |
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Old farmland, now preserved |
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Remnants of another farmhouse |
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"Frozen in the snow, saying spring is coming..." |
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Guardian of the path |
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Narcissus |
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This tree is a survivor of harsh winds and time |
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Woodstock the hunter |
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with his great find of a piece of ice on a rock |
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Walking the salt marsh, frozen enough to traverse it. The wisdom of that became dubious when my foot slipped into the water. |
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