FALLING LEAVES in Living off the Grid
- Sept. 8, 2013, 2:36 p.m.
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Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
ROBERT FROST
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Deleted user ⋅ September 08, 2013
:) i cant wait for fall