November Wings by mtnlaurelarts
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As the last oak leaf hangs off the tree’s branches, grasped on like fingertips, the last of the flock takes flight and leaves. November is a limbo in season – the sun has faded and the warmth is gone, and the crisp, dull brightness of winter has yet to bless the ground with snow. A girl gazes back at you, possibly in the November of her own life, like many young people are. Where should her wings lead her?

20-something illustrator from the northeast US! Love anime and fanart but also doing my own original work. Love cats and stars and glowy things.

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