natasha in autumn

[fusion_builder_container type="flex" hundred_percent="no" equal_height_columns="no" hide_on_mobile="small-visibility,medium-visibility,large-visibility" background_position="center center" background_repeat="no-repeat" fade="no" background_parallax="none" parallax_speed="0.3" video_aspect_ratio="16:9" video_loop="yes" video_mute="yes" border_style="solid"][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type="1_1" layout="1_1" background_position="left top" border_style="solid" border_position="all" spacing="yes" background_repeat="no-repeat" margin_top="0px" margin_bottom="0px" animation_speed="0.3" animation_direction="left" hide_on_mobile="small-visibility,medium-visibility,large-visibility" center_content="no" last="true" hover_type="none" first="true" min_height="" link="" background_blend_mode="overlay"][fusion_text]Autumn in the Keweenaw requires full immersion.In the pale afternoonA friendly faerie maiden comes to meAnd tells me tales of many a secret thingFraught with the spell and music of the moon,And I have learned what wonder the birds sing,And what the breezes bring over the sea,All that lies hidden in the mist or gleams,A floating presence, in a young girl’s dreams."Autumnal" by Rubén Darío, 1867 – 1916 [/fusion_text][/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]