Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.

Autore: Ernest Hemingway

Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. - Ernest Hemingway




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