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Nothing but death

Sometimes I see alone coffins under sail..

A dead leaf

A dead leaf

"It was really a most extraordinarily beautiful morning. The high mountain was there, impenetrable, and the hills below were green and lovely. And as you walked along quietly, without much thought, you saw a dead leaf, yellow and bright red, a leaf from the autumn. How beautiful that leaf was, so simple in its death, … Continue reading A dead leaf