Autumn Falls Round And Robust !!top!! Now

“Good,” he said. “That’s enough.”

That’s when Elias understood.

He felt full. Rounded. Robust.

It was the year’s answer to death. Loud, round, and so ripe it was almost obscene. autumn falls round and robust

He should have felt the melancholy then. The ending. “Good,” he said

Elias Thorne had spent seventy years believing that autumn was a lie. autumn falls round and robust