Forest Chanterelles. Shallots. Cream. Sage. Marsala.  Meanwhile, my soul panics at the dying of the light.

JMU

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  1. Like a child who panics at the first big push and settles into a grin of swinging delight, may your soul swing back into a giddy anticipation of the new season’s treasures!

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