It’s fall coming, I... «One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest»
maryia-shebanets9 марта 2023It’s fall coming, I thought, I can smell that sour-molasses smell of silage, clanging the air like a bell – smell somebody’s been burning oak leaves, left them to smolder overnight because they’re too green.
It’s fall coming, I kept thinking, fall coming; just like that was the strangest thing ever happened. Fall. Right outside here it was spring a while back, then it was summer, and now it’s fall – that’s sure a curious idea
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