caseyguerin
She slipped off her gloves. It really didn't feel so strange not to be wearing her wedding ring after all. The show had been beautiful and sad, the keening music flowing through the entire room. If Olivia could cry, she might have tonight.
If you think the changing leaves are pretty, you haven't lived in New England long enough. Or on your own. I sighed as the first few burnt orange leaves scattered my driveway. Time to start sweeping, then raking, then stuffing, then hauling. Bags and bags of leaves. No one to help.
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