the days grow colder and every early afternoon reminds me of the first chapter of something wicked this way comes... the clouds seem black, heavy. the ground is dry and bitter with leaves scampering to safety from what i know is going to happen tonight. tommorrow. and the day after that. there is no refuge from truth and the sicle it carries. it is the last day of harvesting season.
happy halloween.
-redcrayonkelly
happy halloween.
-redcrayonkelly
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bunkdose:
That is all the more reason to love Autumn. My favorite season. well worded, red .. very well worded.
applerecords1251:
We are same city. I am sorry you have to live here. I was going to say that lip thing looks painfull. Then I had to rip on our town.