Adventures of a Temporary Housewife #11

The sudden nostalgia for laughter echoing down otherwise empty hallways makes for a rather cloying picture on an otherwise peaceful autumn morning.

I’m not sure if I should blame the earthy mixture of spices wafting through the house or the chill seeping into my bones.

Blankets and mulled cider are in my future.

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