There is a large Manchurian Pear tree just outside my window. It is deciduous. As I watch, brownish-yellow leaves drop to the ground around it; sometimes singly, sometimes in groups smitten by a sudden gust of wind. Soon, the last leaf will fall and the tree will be bare. Another generation will have been and gone. Until the next one.
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