fall sadly shortened my days, but oh consolation that exudes subtle aroma of earth and dead leaves and is expressed in the thousand and one hues that warm.
I love walking in the fall of Montcalm, and I enjoy my neighborhood that wraps for a time of exquisite variegated cloak. It clings to pain and misery, knowing full well that the wind gusts and squalls come through sooner or later rob him.
Like the long autumns, who stretched languidly. But while it lasts, I wander from a moderate, attentive to changes in a landscape in the process of progressive numbness.
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