“Like the fires caught and fixed by a great colourist from the impermanence of the atmosphere and the sun, so that they should enter and adorn a human dwelling, they invited me, those chrysanthemums, to put away all my sorrows and to taste with a greedy rapture during that tea-time hour the all-too-fleeting pleasures of November, whose intimate and mysterious splendour they set ablaze all around me.” — Marcel Proust
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beautiful
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Thank you.
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Bellissimi fiori e buon novembre ❤
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Grazie, è il vostro mese. ❤
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YES ❤ Kiss
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These are like paintings! Really nice!
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Thanks Jo. 🙂
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A wonderful way to welcome November!
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Thanks Georgia. It’s kind of weird though being 80 degrees here.
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Lovely – I’m not the biggest fan of Proust but this is one of his finest moments 😉
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Thanks, I’m not a big fan either but I suppose sometimes words get lost in translations. 🙂
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