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Autumn is my favourite season. I love the hint of distant bonfires on the wind in the evening, the colours in the woods, the crackle of cold leaves underfoot. I also love the sweet sense of melancholy that seems to come with Autumn and the drawing in of the nights. By winter, the barren landscape becomes treacherous underfoot and the short days and long nights have lost their spice and become inconvenient. Mostly though I think some part of me is still a five year old, for whom the onset of autumn brings the promise of festivals to come.
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