Somewhere along the way, the summer got swept up into the moist soil. And now, although the very concept of seasons are changing with every mile driven and every tree that’s bullied to the forest floor, still a lingering sensation of seasonal change remains. The leaves redden, the air is as crisp as the fallen leaves, the sun beams, but now, with reprieve of the cooler winds. I’m opening my arms to welcome the fall…
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