These first cool mornings are redolent with fallen apples’ sweet, rotten scent and dry grass littered with foliage. Flowers fade; leaves turn from green to brown with nothing in between, and crops gave up weeks ago. But this is not autumn. Nature’s grabbing what she can, counting the souls of every aliferous foliole before abandoning […]
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