"O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stainedWith the blood of the grape, pass not, but sitBeneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe;And all the daughters of the year shall dance!Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.- William Blake, To Autumn, 1783Dress: Guess,thrifted - Blouse:thrifted - Vest: Mossimo - Hat:thrifted - Vintage pin: gift - Rubber
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