warm whispers.
Your warm whispers. Out of the dark they carry my heart. Your warm whispers. Into the dawn they carry me through. — Missy Higgins
Fall is delicious in New England. The light is intoxicating, the colors spectacular. Fall invites quiet mornings, and candle-lit nights. The universe whispers, "you can do this. you've got this." Warm whispers…..
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Brenda
So pretty! Fall is my favorite time of year but unfortunately here in Southern California we don’t get fall – for some reason it turns into summer once September hits then goes straight into winter during November/December but this picture made me smile.