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herhmione:

after the keen still days of september, the october sun filled the world with mellow warmth…the maple tree in front of the doorstep burned like a gigantic red torch. the oaks along the roadway glowed yellow and bronze. the fields stretched like a carpet of jewels, emerald and topaz and garnet. everywhere she walked the color shouted and sang around her…in october any wonderful unexpected thing might be possible - elizabeth george spear, the witch of blackbird pond