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It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon. I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.

L.M Montgomery.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light.

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