An Open Letter To Autumn

by Amy Lindorff

Dear Autumn,

FOUND YOU.

It took all of September, October, and half of November, but you really do still exist, even if it is only way the hell out in the Valley.

This was on Friday, now on Sunday you finally arrived to West Hollywood in the form of Oregon-style rain and temperatures requiring more than one coat. Better late than never.

Love, Amy

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