Summers loving heated reign is slowly coming to an end. He clings on still shining high. Makes me wonder if he has a clue, that Autumn has already begun her most seductive song of change to come. She has vampire charm, luring the plants and trees to a beautiful slow creeping deaf. With the sacred... Sign in to see full entry.
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