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deep in
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ghosts in the forest
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out from the cold
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"To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring."
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“Keep your feet on the ground and your thoughts at lofty heights.”
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“In the depth of winter I finally learned that there within me lay an invincible summer.”
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"Life is slippery. We all need a loving hand to hold onto."
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Front Page #8
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“Sometimes only one person is missing and the whole world seems depopulated.”
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"Winter came down to our home one night. Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow, And we, we were children once again."
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"Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories"
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Front Page #6
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Front Page #5
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“The family is one of nature's masterpieces.”
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“It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life. ”
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“Travel does what good novelists also do to the life of everyday, placing it like a picture in a frame or a gem in its setting, so that the intrinsic qualities are made more clear. Travel does this with the very stuff that everyday life is made of..."
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“I'm learning English at the moment. I can say 'Big Ben', 'Hello Rodney', 'Tower Bridge' and 'Loo'.”
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~*souvenirs*~
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“A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?”
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"And as the seasons come and go, here's something you might like to know. There are fairies everywhere: under bushes, in the air, playing games just like you play, singing through their busy day. So listen, touch, and look around -...."
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“I have seen the sea when it is stormy and wild; when it is quiet and serene; when it is dark and moody. And in all its moods, I see myself.”
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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.
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“This melancholy London- I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.”
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Front Page #4
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"Those virgin lilies, all the night, Bathing their beauties in the lake. That they may rise more fresh and bright, When their beloved sun's awake"
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Front Page #3
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“He who wants to change the world should already begin by cleaning the dishes.”
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“If your knees aren't green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.”
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“One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years”
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~ No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnal face. ~
