I miss a real fall, where all the colors burst out of everything, the air gets crisp, and I get to wear squishy sweaters and fuzzy hats. Arizona just stays warm, brown, and dirty. I hope all goes well and Greg gets into Syracuse and we can move back east. I want to live in an old house with character and multiple fireplaces on land with acres of
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