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"When as the first beams of the sun break through, the river still lies sleeping, wrapped in dreams of mist, we no more see it than it sees itself."

from 'Jean Santeuil', by Marcel Proust

#SundaySentence #Nature
Nature scene.  A shallow river runs beside some trees, most of which are losing their leaves.  The tree in the foreground has autumn-coloured leaves of gold and copper.  The sun is streaming through the mist.