November Wind

It was a splendid summer. I dreamed ‘our’ dreams. They shimmered quietly under the silver moon. Slowly gliding among the fireflies, they warmed their way through many golden sunsets… They rustled softly among the yellow autumn leaves. Now I feel them sweet swooshing in the November wind…

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