When leaves start to change colors and fall from the trees, you know it is fall. When a crisp breeze blows through my hair, I know it is fall. Fall is sweatshirt weather. Fall is my favorite season. For as long as I can remember, I have always loved autumn. My favorite part about it is the beautiful weather. I like how it is not too cold and not too hot. I love the smell of fall; it smells of burning leaves and pumpkins. Every fall I go to an apple orchard and pick out a pumpkin. I also eat donuts and drink cider. Today is the day. I am going to Wirard’s Orchard.
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