This week I began walking on the shaded side of streets instead of the sunny.
Nora and I gathered maple keys, now dry and separated from their twin with whom they first fell. Standing on a bridge over the canal we throw or drop them, whichever might yield the furthest flight. Surprisingly, the best initially stall, plummeting fruit first, gaining speed, before flickering into whirling helicopter flight only feet above the water.
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