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[A small child is playing in a garden, running back and forth to catch falling leaves as they drop from the trees. He's already gotten himself a small pile of rather pretty ones, saving them for some random purpose. He catches them, he tosses away the ones that aren't quite colorful enough, then he's off running again to get more. Somehow, it's better when they fall right off the trees. The ones on the ground just aren't as good for him.
It's also strangely foggy in the garden... But that shouldn't stop you from coming to play in the leaves.]
It's also strangely foggy in the garden... But that shouldn't stop you from coming to play in the leaves.]