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:: fills my soul with delight ::

" When the trees thicken into a wood,

the fragrance of the wet earth and rotting leaves

fills my soul with delight...

I particularly love that smell -

it brings before me the entire benevolence of nature,

forever working death & decay, so piteous in themselves,

into the means of fresh life and glory,

and sending up sweet odors as she works."

{Elizabeth Von Arnim}

autumn walks

along leaf-strewn paths,

whispers of woodsmoke

caressing the air.

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