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There’s something about the fall season that makes me overly reminiscent. I’m not sure if it’s the changing colors of the leaves that reminds me that nothing ever stays the same or the crisp, cool air that makes me long for the summer months.
Whatever it is, it keeps me in constant thought. I think about my childhood and how much my brother and I despised raking the leaves; I think about carving pumpkins with my dad each October; and Sunday afternoons in sweaters, going for a walk with my momma and grandmother.
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