Class division, a passionate love affair, an unspeakable tragedy....this is the perfect background music for writing an unoriginal yet successful novel.
Oh, the last few days -- at least where I am -- have been wondrously blustery, deeply overcast, late autumn fall sessions of bittersweet fabulosity, with just enough orange and gold leaves hanging from the branches, just before -- in another week -- I'll have to call my lawnsman to remove them from the ground.
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