Fall
Equinox
(Second Life snapshot)
(Second Life snapshot)
"Just
after the death of the flowers,
And before they are buried in snow,
There comes a festival season,
When nature is all aglow—
Aglow with a mystical spendour
That rivals the brightness of spring,
Aglow with a beauty more tender
Than aught which fair summer could bring...."
- Emeline B. Smith
"Indian Summer"
And before they are buried in snow,
There comes a festival season,
When nature is all aglow—
Aglow with a mystical spendour
That rivals the brightness of spring,
Aglow with a beauty more tender
Than aught which fair summer could bring...."
- Emeline B. Smith
"Indian Summer"
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