Autumn’s Oracle

It flits like wind: the many plated fall that haunts the hollow echoes  of the trees. It sits in gloom, the ever-darkened hall of piney bowers bending in the breeze. – And far away, approaching on the air, the mountain smoke-streams:  hard, and sharp as spite. Severest winter— soon to come and tear aside the […]

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