It’s 73 degrees and sunny, as it has been for most of October. I look out on the landscape where I live, and see white pines with golden needles, clusters of rust-colored poplars, auburn locust trees, and the most beautiful red and sugar maples I’ve seen all fall. The wind now brings a chill to my arms, and turns the willow leaves up upward, dangling li…
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