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For the time being Words scatter Are they fallen leaves?
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words
leaves
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Ruth Ozeki |
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Wind warns November's done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.
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bats
dialogue-over-a-ouija-board
ouija
foliage
leaves
november
bat
fall
wind
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Sylvia Plath |
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"In the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."
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seasons
winter
leaves
season
her
summer
snow
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Kahlil Gibran |
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I understood that he left me at the end of his long life just as naturally as the leaves fall from the trees.
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life
tree
leaves
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Arthur Golden |
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He'd grown unused to woods like this. He'd become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by soft leaves, not needles; leaves that carried their deaths secretly inside them, that already heard the whispers of Autumn. Roots and branches that knew things.
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pretty-prose
swooning-over-sentences
leaves
woods
trees
autumn
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Michael Montoure |
913d08c
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I made myself a glass of chocolate milk using enough syrup for three normal glasses. I also made myself four peanut butter crackers. Then I walked out the living room door to our terrace. The trees were coming! New green was all over ... green so new that it was kissing yellow.
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kissing-yellow
leaves
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E.L. Konigsburg |
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So for a while, they sat peacefully in the swamp, listening to Mrs. Starch hum while the little panther slurped happily and the emerald leaves overhead shimmered and shook in the sunlight.
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scat
swamp
panther
leaves
sunlight
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Carl Hiaasen |
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"The winds must come from somewhere when they blow...There must be reasons why the leaves decay. (From Auden's "If I Could Tell You"
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leaves
winds
wind
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Alexander McCall Smith |
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Not a hundred feet away the river roared over a cliff's-edge, and were weren't really leaves, even if I'd been careful to forget that.
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magic
leaves
waterfall
river
forget
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Naomi Novik |
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Not a hundred feet away the river roared over a cliff's-edge, and we weren't really leaves, even if I'd been careful to forget that.
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magic
leaves
waterfall
river
forget
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Naomi Novik |