It’s not that I don’t love you. I do. But every time autumn rolls around I get this feeling in my stomach. It must be what the birds feel before they fly south for the winter…only I never get to move on with them. Maybe this time you’ll understand and let me go my own way.
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This outfit was brought to you by Bing Crosby, and my new pair of boots. The words accompanying the set are my own.