Oh Hey, Friday: Five Cocktails for your Fall Fling
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; lengthen night and shorten day; every leaf speaks bliss to me fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night’s decay ushers in a drearier day. - Fall, leaves, fall by Emily Brontë
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It is impossible to comprehend you took that peaceful last breath almost 3 years ago. You took us on that glorious earthly life; and, we wait with hope and Faith to join you on that more glorious eternal journey one day.