Secrets
“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”
It was November………..
“It was November–the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.”
“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”
“It was November–the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.”