The first day of October. I always feel good this time of year. It makes me feel more alive to see the world succumb to its annual death. Cider houses nestled in colorful corners of hillsides puff defiantly warm smoke into the chill air and hint of humidity tastes all the sweeter for it. Autumn is a transition. It doesn't have the lazy flow of
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