The memory of trees
and wind, and Sunshine,
and the sound of her
voice like autumn rain.
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Amber always loved the autumn season in New England, as evidenced by the spectacular colors she captured in countless photos over the years. Every picture was a moment in time that the impending winter could not efface. The end of summer heralded what she considered to be the start of the life cycle, rather than the end, for which spring punctuated with its promise of vitality.