Wednesday, December 2, 2009
A letter to the passing season.
Dear Autumn.
You come and go so quickly, and when you leave you only leave behind bitter cold and despair. You are wonderful at what you do. You make death and change into the prettiest most magnificent thing ever. I will see you next year.
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