Autumn Mori Girl
It was November — the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Prairie cradled a crisp, orange leaf in her palms and let the great sweeping wind blow the fog out of her soul. ~ paraphrased from Anne of Green Gables
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Nov 6th, 2020
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