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© 2009 Aelin Quan – All rights reserved - Réf. 091119



<<Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.>>


(John Keats, To Autumn)


******** Credits ********


Landscape : Magoo.


Textures : JoesSistah (Angela Wolf) on FlickR, dazzle-textures and ro_stock on deviantART - many thanks to them!


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Uploaded on November 19, 2009