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Seasons
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August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
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― The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
― The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.
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― Letters on Cézanne
― Letters on Cézanne
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