November Rain

The eyes, it is said, are the windows to the soul – and his were grey in grey with a flamboyent, ochre of Elba, ring – just like a dancing leaf in a late November rain, shortly before it starts to snow. It was cold and warm and persistent and vanishing, falling and flying, crying and laughing, all in once and nothing at all.fc4d6dab8f6ba78887f353f041af67e8

Alice de Winter
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