I can remember when I was just a boy standing at the edge of the driveway staring up at the autumn sky orange maple leaves twirling by pineneedle pairs fastened like chopsticks pinecone wars and china balls sticky sap stuck and stank we danced on babypowder cardboard, spinning, windmills, or... Sign in to see full entry.
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