I have come to regard November as the older, harder man's October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. It puts my mind in a different place than October. It is a month for a quieter, slightly more subdued celebration of summer's death as winter tightens its grip.
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Gânduri
Short StoryAstea-s doar randuri, randuri pe-o hartie Cateva ganduri dintr-o mie, nu ma lua in serios
