The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. Empty, silly, coarse brutes. I can vouch for that. We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. Except that this music we have been swimming in is divine. “No reason.
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