The lands are lit with all the autumn blaze of golden-rod, and everywhere the purple asters nod and bend and wave and flit.
Helen HuntI think that all of us are 5-year-olds and we don't want to be embarrassed in the schoolyard.
Helen HuntThe lands are lit with all the autumn blaze of golden-rod, and everywhere the purple asters nod and bend and wave and flit.
Helen HuntI think that all of us are 5-year-olds and we don't want to be embarrassed in the schoolyard.
Helen Hunt