Today, I went back to school. This was a beacon of hope for fall, despite 106 degree weather and rows of lawns with dead grass. There was a promise of a new season, carried in with a slight breeze and English projects. Soon there will be talks of carving pumpkins, falling leaves, and magic in the air. Each day gets shorter, the nights get longer, and everything feels like fall. What a beautiful thought.
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