Autumn has always been my favorite time of year. Colorful trees paint the landscape. A plethora of hunting seasons start. Fish feed aggressively preparing for the cold days ahead. Sitting around a campfire looking at a night sky filled with millions of stars is magical. All too soon, the days will become short. Nights long. I recognize my own life is in its autumn years. I am happy to have made it this far.
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