It’s been a bit windy.

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The forest smelled of mushrooms, resin and rosehip. And a hint of salt. It is still warm, a few refreshing showers balance out the sunshine. Don’t forget the jumper.

Autumn for me is the time of hope, of new beginnings. It smells like London, like future prospects, like freedom, like the first page of the college pad.




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