Today I saw a gold tree on my afternoon walk, its leaves breaking away from the branches, fluttering in the wind, finding final rest on the grass and sidewalk. I often miss this about other cities where I’ve lived, especially during the late weeks of fall; the trees are so different farther north, farther east, the colors constantly on display.
Los Ange…
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