There were leaves everywhere a few weeks ago, and I made slow but happy progress on my weekend rambles through the woods. Every step was accompanied by the music of rustling leaves, and my meandering was punctuated by frequent pauses to look at the brilliant hues and patterns arrayed on the forest floor around me. No two leaves were alike - each possessed its own unique shape, fragrance, sound and coloration, and there were astonishing patterns everywhere I looked.At this rate, I shall never make it as far as the back fence line, for I am always stopping to look at something along the way.
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