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:: a fine October... ::

" In the entire circle of the year

there are no days so delightful

as those of a fine October,

when the trees are bare to the mild heavens

and the red leaves bestrew the road,

and you can feel the breath of winter,

morning & evening - no days so calm,

so tenderly solemn,

and with such a reverent meekness in the air."

{Alexander Smith}

the wild longing to breathe in this October wind

leaves pirouetting from the trees,

a slow and gentle dance in the air

heady with the smell of old leaves

damp tobacco and woodsmoke

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