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The air smells and feels different when fall finally arrives. The sunlight is more muted. There is the sweet smell of dying grasses, wafted on a breeze with a deep new chill...a chill that somehow touches the bone. This morning I noticed it was downright cold and I am wearing a sweatshirt over my usual t shirt. October begins tomorrow and the fields around my town are filled with ripe orange pumpkins. Soon jack-o-lanterns will be found on every porch and doorstep.
I love this time of year.
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