pumpkin fetish shots

This can only end in heartbreak.  I just want you to know that I know. But until then, I am obsessively attached to my single volunteer pumpkin, the darling that grew from a seed dropped by a squirrel in an unused corner of my yard.  It’s now showing a bit of orange, a harbinger of bittersweet fall.

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