“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. 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. Autumn seemed t 

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple...”
 
You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the
leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind
and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the
spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When
the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young
person died for no reason.”

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