Most are still green, but sagging and droopy. Others are starting to get the gold and red going, but a few have fallen, giving up the Summer’s Ghost. Death, do not tarry, where is thy sting? The few who have fallen though I noticed are leaving prints—maybe it was due to the rain a couple of days ago. I wonder if tomorrow’s predicted storm will wash it away. Anyway, this one sidewalk was littered with leaves and tattoos of leaves—leaf prints.
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