Autumn

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Senses come alive,

Tingling with anticipation

As the air begins to change.

Clean, crisp musk brings promise

Of ruby hues, orange rotund produce and golden delicacies.

Heavenly aromas of baked goods and cider permeate the winds,

As hooded garments bring comfort within.


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