The dead leaves gather ...
shovel,
pinecones and chestnuts ...
too.
Now I admit, I like it.
sheets to the wind,
teatime when the night comes falling, the busy streets while the lights are not lit, the rain a bit cold in my neck, shining puddles on the pavement The preparation for Christmas, gifts ...
all this because I love November , even if I'm feeling a bit lonely in this niche.
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