... Waiting for autumn. So eager to sacrifice her for the rest of the year. And I won't regret it at all. I need autumn. Very. It will release those who are driven into a dark corner of survival. She's not forced to repeat a cruel, but true words: "If we are all alone alone we're all together." Autumn is called the season of sadness. I do not agree: real sadness comes with the summer, when there is no one to share the generosity of the sun…
