Blue skies, crisp air and delicate, pale autumn meadows

AutumnOn days like today, when the air is crisp, and light, a Granny Smith apple to summer’s warm banana, when the light is pure, and clean, and free of summer’s dust motes, I can’t help but feel that autumn is the year’s most magical season.

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