A Farewell to Arms - by Ternest Harfoway
November 1st 2012 It was the late autumn of that year I was in Pyrennes, the mountains were gray becoming white as the clouds descended and dropped they first flakes on the highest peaks. The rivers low from the long summer exposed their smoothed stones and peebles. They were gray also and the road was gray and there was a chill coming. The trees were bare and pointed and held no leaves anymore and it felt like win
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