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Fall, 2010

My backyard is covered in leaves.

Dry brown, scratchy, crunchy leaves. They dance over our driveway and skitter down the street. Bear, the cat, hides in them; and on occasion, Zach throws a few up in the air just to watch them float back to the earth.

Autumn.

Outside at this very moment a full, round moon shines brightly in the November sky.

Our neighborhood is quiet, save for the occasional car which slips down the street. Inside the house, the noise of people finishing their day fills my ears.

Karen and Clayton wash dishes. Molly, the Border Collie trots by, her tags jingling. Zach trundles down the hall calling for his sister; she's still trying to catch up on all that school-assigned reading.

Another soft autumn day.

I'm thankful for the gift.

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