The light has changed;
middle C is tuned darker now.
And the songs of morning sound over-rehearsed.This is the light of autumn, not the light of spring.
Louise Glück, “October”
The light of autumn: You will not be spared.
Several weeks ago, exploring Minneapolis’s Lakewood Cemetery on a hunt for war memorials, I stumbled across the grave of a 5-year-old girl.
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