The heart of Autumn must have broken here, and poured its treasure out upon the leaves.--Charlotte Fiske Bates
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
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"Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure." - Thomas Wolfe
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