And I love it. It's 76, but very breezy. Adam and I went for a walk this morning when it was still 63 and it was beautiful. It felt like September. Or early October. I don't know why I want it to be fall, but I do. It seems like I'm never happy with the season I'm in. Plus, the fact that I found a recipe for pumpkin/apple coffee cake doesn't help
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