As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of a — Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
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As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of autumn and evening, a craving for the quietude of the grave … overtook him with unwanted intensity.

— Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-La-Morte
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