As we boldly battle the heat of summer, our minds and bodies yearn for a breath of relief, the cooled winds of change. I find myself moreso longing for the colder times, the grey skies and snow topped trees, of a warm hearth and hearty meals. I know those days are not long off and I await the signal of preparation when the scent of autumn fills the air...
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