New Discount Cover

Late summer, when things begin to fade...

But some things won't wither. The Avon-Iron Man-cologne smell of his shoddy plaid shirt would not. His kisses and quiet, "I'll be back, Essie, you know that..." Lies spun like love, under stars. That wouldn't go.

But next year the leaves would come back, and the lush lovely would came back, and the shoddy shirt would not...

And that's the story this cover told me. What is yours? 

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