"Mom, can I hide? Can I hide?" This was a frequent question of my little niece during my visit. She found a new favorite toy...egg crate!
The turning of leaves implies change; seasons change as summer's green glory gives way to autumn's crisp crimson and golden hues. The leaves of a book tell of adventures and trails conquered. And, as one chapter ends, another opens - beautiful, clean, new - blank to be written upon. For me, that is now. I am Turning Leaves.
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