Me helping people put away a Hispanic family's groceries...yup, carrying their groceries was on the list too...Eric had to practice his Spanish to ask them. I'm sure they thought we were crazy fools.
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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