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November

“November comes And November goes, With the last red berries And the first white snows. With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket And frost by the gate. The fires burn And the kettles sing, … Continue reading

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Happy Autumn

“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”                                                                                                                  ― George Eliot “Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and … Continue reading

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