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So it goes.

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Elizabeth walks out into the cold evening air, not turning back now. The skies are getting darker earlier and the scarves are coming out of the wardrobes. Summer is still keeping a lid on autumn, but it won't be long. How many more autumns for Elizabeth? How many more years of slipping on a pair of comfortable boots and walking through the leaves? One day, spring will come without her. The daffodils will always keep coming up by the lake, but you won't always be there to see them. So it goes; enjoy them while you can.

Richard Osman (in The Thursday Murder Club)

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