“The ancient handsome litter of the sea front had possessed its own significance, its vivacity and its charm. A spirited collection of abandoned windlasses, the ribs of forgotten boats, the salt wasted, almost translucent gallows on which the fish had once been dried, the sand polished sculpture of half buried driftwood.” 932 more words
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Trying to recall November seems harder than other months, perhaps because it’s almost mid-December and holiday chaos (and good tidings) are in full swing.
November always feels like a transitional month, trying to squeeze in as much fall as possible before letting the excitement of the holidays seep in. 514 more words