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A Season Most Sublime
It's one of those Monday mornings when I don't want to start. So here's an attempt at an -style post:
Hark! The wind doth whisper secrets through the amber leaves, and lo! The Season of Crispness descendeth upon us like a noble guest draped in wool and wistfulness. 🍁
Dost thou feel it too? The ache for warm cider, the rustle of dreams beneath knitted shawls, the bone-deep pull toward something ancient and uncanny?
As the veil betwixt worlds thinneth (👻 oooOooo!), I beseech thee: What intention shall thou set for this enchanted span ‘twixt equinox and frost? Shall ye conjure courage? Or banish procrastination like a foul spirit?
Speak, kinfolk! Speak of thy aims, thy quests, thy haunted hopes! Let us be a fellowship of fall.
Verified: That is much more fun than day-job work.
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A Season Most Sublime
