And so we have come to the final day of November, a day never to repeat again. My eyes are dry.
I think Tom Waits said it best:
"No shadow, no stars,
there's no moon and no cars--November
it only believes in a pile of dead leaves,
and a moon that's the color of bone.
No prayers for November to linger longer ... November."
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