The leaves fall the wind blows and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.
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Into every empty corner into all forgotten things and nooks Nature struggles to pour life.
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Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity.
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