All The Months In Fall [exclusive] Official

And when the first snow whispered across the fields, the three months clasped hands and vanished—September back into waiting spring, October into the heart of memory, November into the cold hush of December’s doorstep.

October draped an arm around her. “Without your stillness, no one would notice my fire.” all the months in fall

September smiled, weaving a crown of dried lavender. “And without my beginning, there would be no story at all.” And when the first snow whispered across the

“They always blame me for the sadness,” November murmured. October into the heart of memory