A decade-long reflection that (autumn) leaves me grateful for the season

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I’m a winter baby, but there’s something transformative about autumn. For me, the season has always been less calendar period and more new cocoon. Every year, without fail, the weeks from late September to December bring my most necessary harvest. Not always with a desired approach either. Fall has manifested my dreams as well as nested…