The trees are in their autumn beauty,
the woodland paths are dry,
under the October twilight the water
mirrors a still sky.
(WB Yeats)
the woodland paths are dry,
under the October twilight the water
mirrors a still sky.
(WB Yeats)
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Molly--how gorgeous. I can't wait to go! NOt almost heaven, just plain heaven.
love you, aunt julie
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