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A walk on Thanksgiving Day 2017

 November Sunsets


           A tree in our back garden. It always turns this beautiful red in the autumn.





My sisters have been feeding this kitten that was abandoned by its mother. Every three hours it needs to be fed.


I took these next pictures on a walk around the neighborhood.


Redbud leaf 



           A plane in the sky above a beautiful Thanksgiving sunset. I wonder where they are going?

A sliver of a moon





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Hello! I loved your comment you left on my blog, hopped over here, and already feel like I've found a new friend. Your pictures are lovely! They make me miss family and the fun that results from being together!

I will be back! <3

Blessings!

Frannie @ AuthenticVirtue.com

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