This time of year brings a certain magic with it. Permission to play with our idea of ourselves in the costumes we choose to wear, dark introspective nights curled up by the hearth fire. Every walk I take I am struck by the beauty of yet another breathtaking leaf ~ crimson or flame colored, suspended in the air by that special magic spiders offer, blowing in the breeze. It seems to me that all those I have loved who are no longer here visit me more as the nights grow long and dark. How fortunate I have been to have known and loved so many, to have been gifted with their presence as our stories intertwined for a period, and to have so many more stories ahead of me to live, hear and share. Aho.
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