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[rejectomorph]

Wind has persisted, and the walnut tree is now naked. The mulberry still has plenty of leaves to drop, even though much of the front lawn is already buried in a mass of yellow. The pine needles have been blown into oddly arranged drifts on the driveway. They could be large glyphs, but I have no idea what they might mean, other than that winter is on its way. December is finally here, and I can't wait to be done with it.