With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
Adelaide Crapsey, “November Night” (via bookoasis)
Is it dark outside for you yet? Cambridge darkens so early now. Reminds me of my years on pointe, when I would wait outside for my father to pick me up at 5:15 from dance class. I remember the night, and the cold, and the crisp air, and reading books in what faint light was emitted from the studio.
Posted on Sunday 13 November 2011.
2 years ago.
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