In my next life I swear I'm coming back as a pumpkin. I don't know if it's the bright orange color, the unashamed swollen fatness, or what, but pumpkins just seem to symbolize such sheer abundance and happy coziness to me. Be they giant or mini, round or oblong, ridged or smooth, carved into jack-o-lanterns or left to rot on the vine - pumpkins, oh pumpkins! are friends of mine!
And now you know just how truly - madly - deeply - in love I am with pumpkins! Kinda scary, huh?
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