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Tuesday, October 13, 2026

Leaves

I can hear a new story in each leaf that falls.
~ Isabelle Baker
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There was an oak leaf on the floor of the sun room the other day. Leslie picked it up and I said, "Just leave." I laughed. She laughed. 

All of that story is true except for the part where I said Leslie laughed. 

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