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In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening - no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.

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Alexander Smith
Age: 36 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 31
Died: 1867
Died: January 5
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Cille Mheàrnaig
Heaven
Entire
Trees
October
Fall
Road
Breath
Bare
Feel
Air
Breaths
Heavens
Feels
Fine
Evening
Solemn
Years
Tree
Red
Delightful
Reverent
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Leaves
Autumn
Tenderly
Morning
Winter
Circle
Meekness
Year
Calm
Circles
Mild

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