Somebody's beat me to rhapsodizing about the coming of fall, but that doesn't make it any less of a glorious occurence for me. My brain is shaking off summer's sleepiness. The wind slaps at my cheeks to remind me that rosy is attractive.
I've broken out the scarf that
creedmore made me a year or two ago. (Time passes quickly. I can hardly remember.) It's
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