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	  	  	 It was late afternoon on a glorious fall day in the Vermont countryside.  We stopped by the old Chittendon Mill in the town of Jericho and hiked upstream behind the mill.  Looking down into the stream I could see the vivid reflections of the two maples across the bank illuminated by the sun.  All else was in shadow, the dark bedrock supplying a perfect frame for what was literally a“watercolor.” 
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