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A Canadian Fall
The sloshing of the cold salty ocean on the damp sand.
The crinkling of footsteps on freshly fallen, flaming orange leaves.
The mist of warm air that comes from your mouth and nose when you breathe.
The early nights when you lean bag by the fireplace and read a book.
The gentle weight of thick blankets laid on your body, even the snuggles of a pet.
The time when you leave for school in the mornings and check for fresh snow on the hilltops.
The start of Christmas shopping for your loved ones.
The spooky Halloween movies in the dark, huddled together eating goodies.
The first snowfall, when you wake up to a snow day and take your sled out to the hills with a hat and mittens.
A Canadian Fall.
The crinkling of footsteps on freshly fallen, flaming orange leaves.
The mist of warm air that comes from your mouth and nose when you breathe.
The early nights when you lean bag by the fireplace and read a book.
The gentle weight of thick blankets laid on your body, even the snuggles of a pet.
The time when you leave for school in the mornings and check for fresh snow on the hilltops.
The start of Christmas shopping for your loved ones.
The spooky Halloween movies in the dark, huddled together eating goodies.
The first snowfall, when you wake up to a snow day and take your sled out to the hills with a hat and mittens.
A Canadian Fall.
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