All things on earth point home in old October: sailors to sea, travelers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken. For have not all these things been here before, have we not seen them, heard them, known them, and will they not live again for us as they did once, if only you come back again?”
| ~ | Thomas Wolfe, Of Time and the River |
R.M. ENGELHARDT 
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