Elaine Cusworth

Our Autumn Years


It's time to say goodbye. Timeless days are at an end. Maybe
one last outburst of the sun as she spends her last rays. Her brilliance slowly fading, the last reflections of halcyon days
in the mirror of summer's memories. The intriguing beauty of youth, a mesmerising haze, perfecting everything that has gone before, beginning to change colour as another season opens up her door.

Time now to enjoy the fruits of our labour. The beautiful serenity of our autumn years, harve

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