“There is a particular kind of afternoon sun that exists only in autumn.
A golden light drapes itself over the world of that hour. It falls
through the afternoon sky, fine and faint as a swirl of cigarette smoke
caught in the wind, nearly transparent. So sweet, that light, insisting
softly, goldly against the windows.”
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