"There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir: We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls, and calls each vagabond by name."
~ William Bliss Carman ~
My gipsy blood is definitely stirring. I'm called to travel to cooler places of flame-colored leaves, crisp apples and maple syrup. The beauty of autumn enraptures those who breathe the wind swirling through the leaves. It's a magical time of year when almost anything can happen.
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