I got hopeful last week. I dreamt of rain, of cool autumnal breezings. I should have known better, but that’s usually how the end of summer goes. After months of heat and dry days, you eventually want a bit of seasonal shift to go along with your urge for hot cocoa and/or a piping hot bowl of ramen. All that aside, the signs were evident that change was afoot, if not in the air, than at least in the harvests.
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