Back to the Whites!
It was the end of September.
It was the end of September.
The little cricket was singing:
summer's over winter's coming soon it will be cold.
Duly noted, but not on THIS day.
Hot dustiness: sensual and scrumptious.
I will go back there.
Too bad September can't last forever.
Too bad September can't last forever.
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