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About Fallen Leaves
Perhaps it's mad to love the short, sweet days of autumn. It comes and goes too quickly, always with tasks undone or intentions unmet. Fall brings fogs that shroud the woods and dampen my spirits, but then a ray of sun breaks through. Autumn is a season of beginnings, as newly fallen leaves begin to compost in readiness for another cycle of growth. Soon, winter snow will hide all I don't get done now, as I walk through fallen leaves and smell the promise of spring.
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