“In November, at winter's gate, the stars are brittle. The sun is a sometime friend. And the world has tucked her children in, with a kiss on their heads, till spring.” — In November Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
“In November, at winter's gate, the stars are brittle. The sun is a sometime friend. And the world has tucked her children in, with… — In November Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
