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European Beech (Fagus sylvatica) in winter |
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| European Beech (Fagus sylvatica) in early fall |
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| European Beech (Fagus sylvatica) in later fall |
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| European Beech (Fagus sylvatica) in summer |
And so it goes. Morning gives way to afternoon; afternoon to night. And we find ourselves in the end of November already. Leaves are mostly gone, so are bees, butterflies and birds. Nights are longer; the usual rain are here, there is more time for reading, or someone else's better words.
Another 40 days or so, 2020 will be all over. Is 2021 will be better? I believe so, the sun and the moon and the stars in the chart told me so. We all keep up the high hope at every year's end.
Lives are shaped by chance encounters and by discovering things that we don't know that we don't know. The arc of a life is a circuitous one. In the grand scheme of things, everything we do is an experiment, the outcome of which is unknown.
