My father always said that Oct. 10 was the precise day when the Florida air shifted ever so slightly with a tease of fall. Every year on that day, he’d lay some wood in the fireplace and strike a match. If it wasn’t quite cool enough, he’d turn down the thermostat. Sometimes, he’d light a stick of incense called “Campfire Memories” to enhance the mood.
Popsie taught me how to read, tip

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