quiet, with that man coming here for his annual leaf-raking
pilgrimage. Instead he's spending the day caring for the "other"
house, presumably raking deciduous leaves, trimming branches, and
generally neatening up. Although I would enjoy more the presence of
another human family keeping me warm inside, I can deal with enjoying
the delightful wet smell of decaying leaves in my housely solitude.
..HF.
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