I love the smell of bonfires.

I love the crisp, cold air.

I love open windows.

I love the white fog rising from the ground, especially when it is lit
by the pale full moon. It is when it reveals its true self: forgotten spirits
wandering the earth, shuffling and swaying to their own beat as they
eternally trod about this earth.

I love fall.

Summer, tease me no more. Yield your control. Bring autumn here and now.



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