{"text":"It was grey windless weather, and the bell of the little old church that nestled in the hollow of the Sussex down sounded near and domestic. We were a straggling procession in the mild damp air - which, as always at that season, gave one the feeling that after the trees were bare there was more of it, a larger sky...('Sir Edmund Orme').","author":"Henry James","tags":["november","sky"],"id":56464,"author_id":"Henry+James"}