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Except when a place like south Alabama has a powerful late season hurricane. Then our feet track in a lot of tiny leaves that weren't meant to fall off shrubs, even when there's snow on the ground. I'm going to keep pushing a lawnmower over leaves in the grass. I'll vacuum dog hair but not leaves!🍂

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It is amazing…after years of therapy for childhood sexual abuse at age 6 I was able to speak of it to “safe” women…2 told me they had been abused also in their childhood. MY reaction to THEM was so incredibly sympathetic it helped ME even more in my treatment.

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I'm a little amused that the sweet elder close by has towering broad leaf trees like sycamores or something. After the hurricane her hoard of leaves suitable for mulching aren't playing along with last Autumn's plan. Leaves that don't live here anymore, like Alice!

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I remember Marseille happily. My very tall, fair-haired and French in his looks squadronmate said let's take the train to visit the U.S. consulate. We'll get visas to travel beyond Kenya to where tall Ted grew up in a missionary family. Safari country! French folks had OK hotels. Local wine & pizza!

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