if there's a heaven, and if i get to go, and if it gets to be whatever i want, it will be this...
(excerpt from "The October Country" by Ray Bradbury)
"October Country...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and the midnights stay. That country composed in the main cellars, sub-cellars, coal bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose passing at night on the empty walks sounds like rain."
i could be there. content there. always there.
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