Johnson Park, stubborn.
I stick my head out the First Street door of the library and take a look across the road.
Johnson Park doesn’t want to give way to what’s ahead.
Just saying.
Hanging in there
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Mark Bialczak 
We have trees in different stages of undress as well MBM!!!
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What an interesting fall, MBC!
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