I woke up and I could see the color-turning leaves on the trees out my window swaying in the wind. I love the fall-- not in the "oh it's so pretty" sense, but in the sense that it takes me back to times from the distant past, and every year builds another layer of fallness and fall-meaning on top of the past, so that it comes out thoroughly multi-
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