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‘Her own storm was always the most terrible.’ Tove Jansson ~ Tales from Moominvalley. #BookWormSat
‘All Nature mourns, I said; November wild
Hath torn the fairest pages from her book.’
~ Albert Laighton, In the Woods, c.1859.
🖼️ Landscape with a Large Raven, Lovis Corinth, 1893.
November ~ William Morris
‘Fair death of things that, living once, were fair;
Bright sign of loneliness too great for me,
Strange image of the dread eternity,
In whose void patience how can these have part,
These outstretched feverish hands, this restless heart?’