The orange and yellow vine wreath on the door reminds me it’s a bittersweet time of year. Fall has nudged aside summer, and as usual, has left me with a melancholy that seeps into my pores like early morning mist. googletag.cmd.push(function () { // Define… Read More
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Days grow shorter as we fall behind