OCTOBER
The fields are harvested and bare,
And Winter whistle through the square.
October dresses in flame and gold
Like a woman afraid of growing old.
-Anne Mary Lawler
"Come to me, all you who
are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest."
Matthew 11:28
~And on a completely separate note, I can't get this song out of my head~
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