...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
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...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...

— John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
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