The days grow shorther and colder. The leaves display their autumn brilliance, wither, and fall. Moods shift. People die.
I don’t really care for Octobers.
The days grow shorther and colder. The leaves display their autumn brilliance, wither, and fall. Moods shift. People die. I don’t really care for Octobers.
The days grow shorther and colder. The leaves display their autumn brilliance, wither, and fall. Moods shift. People die.
I don’t really care for Octobers.