Every year there is a day toward the middle/end of summer where you wake up one morning and the air smells slightly different. The temperature is chill and you can tell Autumn will soon come. The day may develop into another lovely summer day but its like you’ve passed the tipping point. On days like this I deeply wish I was curled up in some
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Fall to me means:
Apple picking
Hot apple cider
Apple donuts
Pumpkin bread
hot soups...yummy...
beautiful landscapes w/ orange, red leaves
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