nostalgia

November

past

remembering

is always sweet --- The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

is a month whose earth is dirty and the prettiest things on ground are the paths.

November's days are thirty: November's earth is dirty, Those thirty days, from first to last; And the prettiest things on ground are the paths.... Few care for the mixture of earth and water, Twig, leaf, flint, thorn, Straw, feather, all that men scorn, Pounded up and sodden by flood, Condemned as mud.

is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

is a sweetener --- The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

Edward Thomas

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