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There is no chill like autumn's air to brace a poet's soul. The thought of chocolate on the stove speeds up the evening stroll. My dog must stop to sniff the air and savor scents afoot. While I must simply watch my step and where each one is put. The signs of Halloween abound for "Tricks or Treats" is near. How wonderful to take a walk. I love this time of year!
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC
Festive in the Air
There is no chill like autumn's air to brace a poet's soul. The thought of chocolate on the stove speeds up the evening stroll. My dog must stop to sniff the air and savor scents afoot. While I must simply watch my step and where each one is put. The signs of Halloween abound for "Tricks or Treats" is near. How wonderful to take a walk. I love this time of year!
Cne
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC
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