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| arwyn |
it's been raining for days the temperatures in the fifties trees are turning yellows, oranges, and reds. a cacophony of color. Samhain approaches and apple pies, crisps, and cobblers scent the air. pumpkin_spice_lattes abound but that can be forgiven because pumpkin pies, loafs, muffins, and soups are everywhere. I love the crunch of leaves the death of insects the mums and pumpkin patches apple picking and the glorious return of sweaters. |
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