The leaves were dropping yesterday off one particular maple outside my porch like a blizzard of yellow-red. They fell for about twenty minutes then stopped as if on a timer. There was no wind to make them fall. It was as if they decided in committee: Hear, hear, the leaves of the left side of Mapleville will come to order. Today’s business is:
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