How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days. — John Burroughs
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How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days.

— John Burroughs
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