In the spirit of fall, I would like to remind all my followers that apple pie filling does not have to be in a pie. You can just make a bowl of that shit and eat it with a spoon. 
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it's the first day of octobear, and it's a saturday....you know what that means.
wishing a very scary salmon slammin' saturday to you all!
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Thinking about Halloween and that first day of October, when the sun is rising and the air is crisp and cool and things feel fresh and new.
Doesn’t it feel like an infinite doorway to the impossible?
I love fussing over costume selections that were decided months ago. I love changing my mind and then back and then changing it again then returning again.
Ever run your fingertips over the bark of an autumnal tree, quietly biding it’s time, making root, making home, making quiet, making magic?
What about that perfume, so best when caught unexpected, burning leaves far off, or mulching leaves near by, of rained upon dirt, of open windows with jack o lanterns grinning, chomping on candles?
Come home, sweet autumn, come home, sweet October.
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