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leaves fall, its blossoms spring. The autumn, then, 

 is indeed a spring. All the year is a spring. I see two 

 blackbirds high overhead, going south, but I am 

 going north in my thought with these hazel blossoms. 

 It is a faery place. This is a part of the immortality 

 of the soul. 



Journal, iii, 59, 60. 



