In October there were yellow trees. Then the clocks went back the hour and the long November winds came in and blew, and stripped the trees bare.
It seemed both proper and at the same time deeply unfair that so much of life was left to chance.
In October there were yellow trees. Then the clocks went back the hour and the long November winds came in and blew, and stripped the trees bare.
It seemed both proper and at the same time deeply unfair that so much of life was left to chance.