It was November–the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.
– L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
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Wordsmitten Wednesday: Jane of Lantern Hill
Jane was the spirit of autumn with maple-leaves in her russet hair.
― L.M. Montgomery, Jane of Lantern Hill