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Autumn

The melancholy days have come,
the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods,
and meadows brown and sear.

William Cullen Bryant, “The Death of the Flowers,” 1880

The Scent of Bees

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing: Essays on Creativity, 1990

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