With autumn came pressed cider and bonfires of crackling leaves. The streets were bright with lanter
With autumn came pressed cider and bonfires of crackling leaves. The streets were bright with lanterns, and spirits high. The townsfolk had coin in their pockets, and were eager to spend it. My days were busy, and I dreamed of sugar at night. Read More -- source link
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