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Spring is beautiful, summer is perfect for vacations, and winter means family time, but autumn brings a longing to get away from the unreal things of life, out into the forest at night with a campfire and the rustling leaves. There is something so special in the early leaves drifting from the trees–as if we are all to be allowed a chance to peel, to refresh, to start again. I kinda missed my autumn season in the middle of october, where the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves. The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider. Stroll with tate, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn my eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound🍂🍁
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