An accidental act of festive harvest by picking the lot this tree has made.
Went to Oktoberfest today and drank numerous spiced ales. It rained and it shone. The trees were shedding their leaves and the scent of cool arctic air began to invade the atmosphere.
Ushering in the season of fall always feels like enacting someone else's memory and playing a role in their dreams. You feel so there, but you're detached, and not in control; it's a wonderful detachment.
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