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i. The year's first falling leaf against his nose: does my dog think back to the Autumn before? He must, for he is so happy.                   ii. It is so obvious to me: this tall pile of leaves belongs to the wind, not to my red rake and black plastic bag flapping (empty) at my feet.                  iii. A boy (and his dog) in the woods, walking on leaves as thick as memories; so glad to be alive although not yet knowing (what that means).
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
Autumn Miscellany
i. The year's first falling leaf against his nose: does my dog think back to the Autumn before? He must, for he is so happy.                   ii. It is so obvious to me: this tall pile of leaves belongs to the wind, not to my red rake and black plastic bag flapping (empty) at my feet.                  iii. A boy (and his dog) in the woods, walking on leaves as thick as memories; so glad to be alive although not yet knowing (what that means).
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
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