"I open the door and run down the lawn. I am not wearing a jacket, and the air chills me. Just before I leap, I wonder if the leaves might be wet, but I make the dive anyway. The leaves are deliciously dry and crunchy. I m completely surrounded by their dusty smell, even over my head. I laugh out loud, and the scent tumbles down my throat. I burst out the top, and the pile shifts sideways over the grass."
— Jan 06, 2026 04:06PM
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