And when October goes The snow begins to fly Above the smokey roofs I watch the planes go by The children running home Beneath a twilight sky Oh, for the fun of them When I was one of them… This Barry Manilow song has been echoing through my brain for the past few days. I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that it is already November, I suppose. I should have prefaced this all by stating that autumn is my favorite season of the year. For as long as I can remember I have always looked forward to
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