4 thoughts on “Autumn walk”

  1. Dead leaves are picked up by the shovel
    Memories and regrets too
    And the north wind carries them away
    In the cold night of oblivion
    See, I haven’t forgotten
    The song you used to sing me
    (Jacques Prévert)
    a great picture, once again

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