Discribe your favorite season without using sight.
The sound of little ghosts and ghouls and monsters running around and begging for treats (or tricks). The feel of leaves crunching under foot. The cool wind blowing across your face, making you glad you wore a jacket.
My favorite time of year, the horror movies come on the telly, the costumes people wear to parties, it's all so beautiful. The leaves change color, the pretty green fades away and out comes purple and orange, brown and yellow. It's all so gorgeous.
The smell of apple pies and pumpkin spice, the sight of scarves and hoodies. The time to wear jeans and hats, gloves and shirts, its spring mixed with winter. People complaining about relatives and turkey, pranks and eating, feasts and frapuccinos. Its a beautiful time of year, my favorite season.
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