If October was a person it would be a a woman in her prime, all decked out in burgundy and gold, not hiding her age as if it is something to be ashamed of, but recognizing the beauty that comes from living, how laughter and worry have etched their tell tale lines on her face, how the sparkle in her eyes still exists but is tempered and made three dimensional by the depth of wisdom, reminding us that everything is finite and yet infinite at the same time.
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