What of October, that ambiguous month, the month of tension, the unendurable month?

 My girl Pearleen:


"All things on earth point home in old October: sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to
field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken."
- Thomas Wolfe 













































































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