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“If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you’ll come to understand that you’re connected with everything.”

- Alan Watts

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🍂 A golden shelter among the trees. 🍂 Brest, France, November 1st, 2017.

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Wet day, Autumn rock pool in the woods. #rockpool #woods #raindrops #reflections #woodlandwalk #wander #wonder #landscape #landscape_captures #nature #naturelover #naturalworld #autumn #autumnal #irishweather

🌰🍂 Fall is here again! 🍂🌰

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✨ La lumière est comme l’eau ✨ Light is like water ✨

Douze contes vagabonds - Gabriel García Márquez

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To Autumn by William Blake O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers. 'The narrow bud opens her beauties to The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins; Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve, Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing, And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head. 'The spirits of the air live in the smells Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.' Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat, Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.