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  • "I decided to make this walk about the leaves," I explained to a friend who stood confused, quite a ways ahead of me. Well beyond him, a small pack of individuals faded around a tree-lined bend. The rain had just subsided, and the sidewalks were now covered in every color of leaf and flower petal, each perfect one pasted neatly in place. I had tried to keep up with the group, all of us hurrying along on our way to another destination on the itinerary, chatting and joking and picking up pace as always seems to happen when you combine these things with walking. In my ever present tendency to think quietly to myself and examine the ground as I walk, however, I soon fell back. There was just too much to take in, and I couldn't bring myself to run past it just for the sake of getting to the next place.

    This is probably why I get lost so often. But looking down, there really is so much to be found on the ground.
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