november third at four fifty p.m.
the wind outside is biting

november is the callous month, the lowest, the malicious, the cantankerous. it's sneaks up on you before it even starts, dropping repulsive amounts of snow during the last week of october, the cold days and nights soon to follow. october spoils us in it's warmth, giving us hope of a winter without snow. november nukes our reverie, and we face the truth of another lingering, polar winter.



apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
ate pm - 2013-01-09
2012-12-02 - 2012-12-02
won a.m. - 2012-11-16
long cold nights - 2012-10-30
drowned dreams - 2012-10-30

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