In the mist of this foggy morning, rain begins to fall. It is the end of harvest and we are all settling in for winter. The holiday tree has been decorated. Not for us but for those who will be visiting in the coming weeks. It is time to share what we have worked so hard all year for. I will bake, clean, and cook for as many people as care to stop by to spread cheer. This coming month is for friends and family as well as total strangers. This is the month that my ancestral blood kicks in and allows me to welcome good folk with open arms into my life.
Blessed be to those who care for those less fortunate. Blessed be to those for forgive past arguments. And blessed be who love, regardless of condition.
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