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ah, september

the air is cooler.
back to school.
it's football season.
longsleeves, closed toe shoes and jeans are making a come back.
the holiday season will soom be upon us.
fall scents, colors, symbols and foods are all over.

yes, i welcome you september.




by all these lovely tokens
september days are here,
with summer’s best of weather
and autumn’s best of cheer."
helen hunt jackson

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