and all the leaves on the trees are falling (by the_musical)
and all the leaves on the trees are falling (by the_musical)
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
and the rain keeps falling down (#287) (by Simone Becque)
there comes a time every october where i try and decide if i would rather have days of endless cold rain or snow. mainly, i choose rain because when it clears its done. but there’s something about the way a day of fall rain will sit in your bones, a dampness you can’t escape.
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