Draw me October on the window with rain. — Bryanna Reid, #Thegreatsmag
Draw me October on the window with rain. — Bryanna Reid, #Thegreatsmag
Draw me October on the window with rain. — Bryanna Reid, #Thegreatsmag
Draw me October on the window with rain. — Bryanna Reid, #Thegreatsmag
Draw me October on the window with rain. — Bryanna Reid, #Thegreatsmag
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Draw me October on the window with rain.

— Bryanna Reid, #Thegreatsmag
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More “Autumn” Quotes

Autumn stomps around outside the houselike an annoying little sister, tappingon all the shutters, kicking up the pilesof — Karen Finneyfrock, The Sweet Revenge of Celia Door
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. — Sylvia Plath
Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every nigh — Hal Borland
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I can barely breathe but I think that his lips might be better than oxygen at the moment. — Autumn Doughton, I'll Be Here
He'd grown unused to woods like this. He'd become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was su — Michael Montoure, Slices
I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display. — Michael Caine, The Elephant to Hollywood
When she had arranged her household affairs, she came to the library and bade me follow her. Then, with the mirror still — R. Murray Gilchrist, Terror by Gaslight: More Victorian Tales of Terror
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Change is coming, she whispered to the bugs bouncing off her window. You can’t escape it. — A. Lynn, Itsy's Ugly