“That time of year thou may’st in me behold,When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,-Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.”–William Shakespeare Sonnet 73 My best to you all,Megan Armistice and St. Martin November 9, 2013 Next Post Friday Fun- Ready for a Challenge? November 9, 2013 Previous Post Leave a Comment Cancel ReplyComment* Name* Email * Website Books CategoriesAdventure Christmas Collection Fairytale Retelling Historical Magical Realism Mystery Romance Romance in the Cards Suspense Writing Tips Join Me at… Newsletter: Make Sure You Don’t Miss Anything! Enter your email addresspowered by TinyLetter