There is something very special about fall in Indiana.
It is almost a presence unto itself. Crisp. Cool. Blue. Gold. Rust. Orange. Fresh.
It incites memories of smiles and sweaty foreheads, pumpkin carving and the crackle of bonfires.
I don't have the talent or the words to express how it makes me feel, but I do know I love this time of the year.
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I've been so emo for the past week or so about how this is my last fall (as far as I know) in western NY and how terribly depressing that is--and even worse now that my camera is broken! But seeing your pictures makes me so homesick! Oh Jacqui. Your pictures always manage to make me homesick, even for the places I've never been.
Things have changed, Jacqui.
Things. Have. Changed.
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Just so you know,I am IN LOVE WITH APPLE BUTTER! I would eat that over jam any 'ole day!!!
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