November is the gray pearl of the year, the subtle transition between October, warm and pastel, and the month of December, white and cold; the month when the leaves, in a slow tango, fall in volte-alinate, the month when the shapes of the trees are revealed. The month when the earth suddenly wakes up and stretches out his bare limbs, revealing his stubborn, invincible power., before slowly nestling into the coming winter. November is secret and silence.
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I love this month and this seasson. I think that is because of my birthday
That so poetic But not at all our November this year 😆