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My name is Kasia, and I live for stories and aspirations. Consider this my scrapbook.Links
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"Listen…
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall."
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.
When I lived in Mountain Grove, I would “help” my parents rake the yard by sitting in giant piles of leaves and reading my library books. I’d read just about anything, from Maniac Magee to Anne of Green Gables, from Little Women to The Babysitters Club.
Hello November.
(Source: scarlet-skies-dark-thoughts, via italktosnakes)
“Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.”
— Carol Bishop Hipps
Photo by Mary Smyth
As happy as I am living here, I miss the golds and oranges and reds of the autumn leaves back at home. Here, the leaves are a bit more… unenthusiastic.
