Who was it talked about Nature imitating Art? Wilde, probably? Anyway...
Late last night, there was lots of wind and some rain, very gloomy and ghoul-haunted-woodland-of-Weir, mmmm. I opened the window and put my head out into the rustling darkness, breathing deeply. The air was pure autumn: wild and soft, rainy, smoky-sweet and dead-leafy
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