"..that Country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger and midnights stay. That country composed of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on empty walks sound like rain..." RB
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Flickring?
I've joined Flickr but I'm having problems linking my account to my Blog. I've tried to use the gadget but no success yet. I'll keep working it!
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