Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking.
George Eliot (1819-1880)
Truly lovely, capturing both the season and the season. Poignant but not overwrought, having just the right gravitas, neither spilling over into melancholy nor lapsing into maudlin.
Thank you for the link and for the kind words!
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