This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight like a spy through the ripening countryside, and with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.
Sarah Orne Jewett
Door Peter
Mensenmens, zoon, echtgenoot, vader, opa. Spiritueel, echter niet religieus. Ik hou van golf, wandelen, lezen en de natuur in veel opzichten. Onderzoeker, nieuwsgierig, geen fan van de mainstream media (MSM).
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