October 30, 2004

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  How innocent were these Trees, that in
  Mist-green May, blown by a prospering breeze,
  Stood garlanded and gay;
  Who now in sundown glow
  Of serious colour clad confront me with their show
  As though resigned and sad,
  Trees, who unwhispering stand umber, bronze, gold;
  Pavilioning the land for one grown tired and old;
  Elm, chestnut, aspen and pine, I am merged in you,
  Who tell once more in tones of time,
  Your foliaged farewell.
  
  Siegfried Sassoon, October Trees

  
  

   

  
  

  (original graphic: "October Trees" by adifrentdrumr)

  
  

   

  
  

  some music I was listening to today --

  
  

  guaranteed to make you feel good:

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