I got out to walk the dog this morning, and turned right back around and got my camera - it was simply too amazingly beautiful to miss. And all the while, as I framed shots and caught my breath in wonder, the words of Edna St. Vincent Millay kept coming to mind....
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| O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! |
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| Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! Thy mists, that roll and rise! |
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| Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag And all but cry with colour! |
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| That gaunt crag To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff! |
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| World, World, I cannot get thee close enough! |
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| Long have I known a glory in it all, But never knew I this; |
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| Here such a passion is As stretcheth me apart, |
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| Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year; My soul is all but out of me, |
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| -- let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call. |
