To me November is the month of change, crisp mornings, a few tall hours of light and the odd puffed up bird, who was tough enough, or dumb enough, to have stayed, after all the others left.
Tangsholpan Toishyhas quoted2 years ago
puffed up bird, who was tough enough, or dumb enough, to
Suzanne Marie Gil C Sedanohas quoted2 years ago
Forgive me again, for my vanity, if I paint a darker picture of myself, than what is true