With fall around the corner, I noticed the leaves are starting to turn. So I started wondering...Like leaves on a maple tree, we come into this life, are here for a few days, and then are gone. Nobody remembers us, and nobody misses us, except maybe the gardener that rakes a few leaves into the compost pile.
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