I have come to regard November as the older, harder man’s October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. It puts my mind in a different place than October. It is a month for a quieter, slightly more subdued celebration of summer’s death as winter tightens its grip.
Henry Rollins
Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.
Kurt Vonnegut
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson
Which one’s your favourite? Just curious…Glad you came ❤
Far Away In The Sunshine 
Beautiful pictures!
I have to go with Emily Dickinson ♥️
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I would have loved to get to know her. She seemed like a fascinating woman. Hope is something we need now more than ever, don’t you think Dinah?
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Absolutely! Hope is like air ! We need it to live❤️
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I think we do
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Vonnegut & the leaf picture — a perfect combo. 🙂
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I thought so too. I makes perfect sense 😉
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While I appreciate them all, Emily Dickinson had my vote this morning.
Hope is a fragile imperative that we need more than ever.
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A fragile imperative, how well you described it ❤
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It’s a hard choice between Rollins and Vonnegut. Each are perfect in their own way. I’ve always liked Vonnegut.
Did you ever see the Rodney Dangerfield movie “Back To School?” There’s a scene where Kurt Vonnegut plays himself. I’ve always appreciated people who are willing to take part in the joke.
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Oh, I did see this movie a long time ago. I do not remember that scene, however. Making fun of oneself is something few people can do. Good on him to have done that.
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I see I need to come more to this blog to see more of this great posts 🙂
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