Super style
2 Followers
The sky was already breathing in autumn, The sun shone less often, The day was getting shorter Mysterious forest canopy With a sad noise she stripped herself, Fog lay over the fields, Noisy caravan of geese Stretched to the south: approaching Quite a boring time; It was already November outside the yard.
L
A
recast:farcaster://casts/0xca4a7cf8a6067c5057714d89a91d184a5eff876601963aee26e2dd4725bc882f