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.
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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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