Fall Is More Than Candy Corn

The crisp, clean air of fall is something I wait 3 other seasons for. For some reason the world suddenly feels new again. I sit at my open backyard door and daydream of baked pumpkin seeds and the warm ambience of my home. Fall could never be experienced any other way. Fall puts the rest of the year behind me in a daze of leaves tumbling to the ground. Fall is my home.

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