Saturday, October 9, 2010

To Walk in Fields of Gold




It was one of those perfect English autumnal days
which occur more frequently in memory than in life. 
-  P. D. James

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

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