A perfect fall, made better if only..

This fall is about the most perfect one I've ever known. Not much could make it better..except maybe..

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The smell of cabin woods.
The bump-tilt-bump of the two track leading there.
Old metal and vinyl chairs on the patio, odoul's on the rusty table.
Trying to avoid getting roped into yet another singing circle, secretly happy every time you're caught up in it.
................or..............
Waking up to the sound of guitar strings and a steady tapping foot in the other room.
Incense and chai tea with soy and honey, wind through the orchard.
Late night talks, reclined on couches, music on the record player.
Starlit walks down dirt roads, voices loud against the night air.
Bonfires.
Strong unhurried hugs, breathed deeply.
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Either place, either way, it's been too long. Hope to get there soon.
:)