…The essence of Autumn


“Her pleasure in the walk arose from the rays of sun and  from the view of the last smiles of the year.
As she stood upon the crisp bronze leaves that sat quietly on the surface beneath her feet,
she closed her eyes and imagined that just as a painter needs light in order to put the finishing touches to a picture,
so she needed an inner light, which she felt she could never have enough of.”
…her name was Autumn
– Kay Lynn Gabaldon

Featured Image:
By: Nicole Wells

Composition by:
Kay Lynn Gabaldon

By: Nicole Wells

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