"How deep the autumn nights and how deep the secret we carry! Even as the time winds down on the year and our lives, a youthful part of us still plans, dreams, and creates visions of the future. Something of summer lingers among the bare branches and fallen leaves of autumn. We carry a day from summer with us across all seasons. As Emily Dickinson wrote, ‘Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words and never stops at all.’"
- Marv and Nancy Hiles from An Almanac For The Soul
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