Strapped to the Front of the Holiday Train, Catching Bugs in My Teeth, But They’re Protein Right?

 

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So before the northeast wintertime came in and froze everything (including my toes, I’ve gone past wool socks and straight to an electric heating pad), I spied these berries at the old Sleepy Hollow Cemetary. Does anyone know what these beautiful specimens are called? Clearly if there was a Miss Universe Pageant for berries, these would take the crown.

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