fall, which was always a beloved season of mine has emerged in the last two years as the far and away winner of my affections in the favorite season race. the melancholy tone of goodbye, of ending, that it rings with no longer feels sad and reflective. autumn, to me, feels like the beginning; the beginning of a whole new year of possibility. this is my springboard season and flings me into the world with nothing but lessons to digest, stories to catalog, and resources to live off of.
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