letters from the apple house

It almost snows. It thinks about it. I put on my best (lights, baubles, little candy dishes), and it almost snows. Almost hurts twice....

We’ll make it through November. We shake on it. The girl holds the handle of the front door like it’s the first and last time. It’s a...

Everything is gold and brown and lovely. I’ve been trying to tell you. The girl’s been out losing arrows in the field, but I’ve been...