October is a symphony of permanence and change. (Bonario W. Overstreet)
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree. (Emily Bronte)
So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air. (Nathaniel Hawthorne)
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree. (Emily Bronte)
So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air. (Nathaniel Hawthorne)
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