Last evening, I took a stroll just after sunset – the air, crisp and cool, with just enough bite to chill the tips of my exposed earlobes. As the leaves crunched under my boots, a wood burning fire cut the night with its rich, smoky scent. Autumn is one of my favourite times of the year. It cools off just enough, before the heavy blankets of snow arrive, covering the once green grass of summer past and the bare skeleton-like tree branches.

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