There is a gentle tenderness in the silence of September....

 My girl Lorenza:


I try to enjoy this time....  A time of silent, thoughtful trees, pale sun and a gentle breeze, which sways the treetops, a time of great silence, when the birds have flew away and the crickets are just silent ... Mosquitoes do not bother anymore, .. The leaves are still green but have lost the intensity of their colors ... A strange time, like a bridge suspended between summer and fall...











































































































































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