"Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.
Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street...by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street.....
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