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Autumn Eve

And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid, Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves! With warmth of the day whirling into the frigid drafts and with the Sun descending behind the mountains,┬áNovember faints into December.┬áBirds persist to chirrup as leaves continue to expose branches of the trees. The dew has carried off the lavishness … Continue reading