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the colors are now changing,
not yet do they have peaked.
the smell of apples in the air,
of fresh baked pumpkin pie.
cherry wood, burning in the pit,
exciting all the senses.
a slight chilled breeze,
a hint of smoke,
I love this time of year.
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the scent of autumn
the scent of autumn
