Corduroy

Dim evenings of October, soaked in dull umber, scored by an orchestra in ugly chorus. In such hallow times, we turn them out onto nights we cannot ourselves face. Dim evenings of October, soaked in dull umber, scored by an orchestra in ugly chorus. In such hallow times, we turn them out onto nights we cannot ourselves face. Dim evenings of October, soaked in dull umber, scored by an orchestra in ugly chorus. In such hallow times, we turn them out onto nights we cannot ourselves face. Dim evenings of October, soaked in dull umber, scored by an orchestra in ugly chorus. In such hallow times, we turn them out onto nights we cannot ourselves face.