
This is my favorite time of year, when the air grows crisp, the nights cool, and change is palpable. It feels like magic in the air, the trees have been whispering all night, and the moon seems more eerie with rippling clouds passing over.
I get charged up with electricity but at the same time I turn my attentions inwards, wanting to nest more, be home, read, be creative. The irony is, the ...
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