CANDLES FOR NOVEMBER

These are stories autumn dressed. November specifically. The lonely skies. Including Gothic romance, the origin of one tear, golden dream. A single heart is looking homeward, mine. These are stories to light the way through the snowy winter woods. If you don;'t fit very well in life and you wish somebody would pull back the curtain and reveal Gojira? Well, here's the curtain. He waits inside.