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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.”  ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cézanne

“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.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cézanne

The Hideout: On a not so rainy day, tiny Joel reads a tiny book while in the shade of a giant one in the garden

The Hideout: On a not so rainy day, tiny Joel reads a tiny book while in the shade of a giant one in the garden

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