laugardagur, október 07, 2006

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Let me tell you, let me tell you. There are red maple leaves everywhere on the still-green grass. The oak leaves are brown and rustling. Geese are flying in the dark above, calling to each other or else simply calling out to the world: South, south, south, south.

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