I will however, admit that somewhere, in another universe, the leaves are changing colours and falling, and they fall into a gently flowing river that gathers them up into a bouquet to be used to brighten up a dark day.
|Scented with black raspberry vanilla|
|Title: Leaves in Flower|
|Back side. Maybe it should be the front.|
|Oatmeal infused bottom|
Anyone else have momentary lapses of sanity where they write sentences straight out of bad romance novels? (Not that I'd know anything about those).