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:: taking each day as a gift ::

" There is a smell in the air, the smell of autumn,

a yeasty, damp, fruity smell, carrying a hint of smoke and a hint, too, of decay.

It fills me with nostalgia, but I do not know for what.

It is a smell I love,

for this is and has always been my favorite season."

{Susan Hill}

Taking each day as a gift,

walking, absorbing, appreciating.

Days filled with sweet nostalgia

for memories remembered,

memories in the making,

dreams kindled quietly.

Living in this autumn-festooned world,

I feel a gratitude greater than I've known

with my surroundings.

So quiet, so still, so enchanting.


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