On days like this, we used to keep the doors open to our back porch so the house could breathe in the crisp autumn air. The wind would blow leaves into the house, and we'd keep them there for weeks before they crunched beneath our feet and turned into dust, only to be swept back out into the world they had come from. Peaches would mosey in and
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