“It was the golden time of year. Every day the leaves grew brighter, the
air sharper, the grass more brilliant. The sunsets seemed to expand and
melt and stretch for hours, and the brick façades glowed pink, and
everything got bluer. How many perfect autumns did a person get?”
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