late in the season, after everyone else's leaves have been raked into neat piles along the road, our maples take their turn. we hide deep in piles...we yell as we dump armfuls onto one another's heads...we throw handfuls in the air just to watch them fall back down...for a brief time our world turns yellow and we are happy to get lost within it.

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