
“September was a thirty-days long goodbye to summer, to the season that left everybody both happy and weary of the warm, humid weather and the exhausting but thrilling adventures.”
~ Lea Malot, French author & poet

“September was a thirty-days long goodbye to summer, to the season that left everybody both happy and weary of the warm, humid weather and the exhausting but thrilling adventures.”
~ Lea Malot, French author & poet

“To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it.
It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.”
~ Ann Patchett (b. December 2, 1963)

“The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.”
― E.M. Forster (b. January 1, 1879 – d. June 7, 1970)
Lest we forget.

“All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (b. February 27, 1807 – d. March 24, 1882)

“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be
are full of trees and changing leaves…”
Virginia Woolf (To The Lighthouse)
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