I imagine the sound of walking through fallen leaves during a time when they were still raked into piles and set on fire. The tips of your ears and fingers were reddened by the crisp air.
I enjoyed your semiprecious, bittersweet tale. I detected the faint flavor of O Henry. For me though the music was Andrea Bocelli´s ¨Con Te Partiro¨.
Thank you once again for your perceptive comments. Yes, Oh Henry is definitely a precursor to this article. As is Nostalgia. Your vivid imagery is also very appropriate. Thank you for being my faithful correspondent. Sparky
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I imagine the sound of walking through fallen leaves during a time when they were still raked into piles and set on fire. The tips of your ears and fingers were reddened by the crisp air.
I enjoyed your semiprecious, bittersweet tale. I detected the faint flavor of O Henry. For me though the music was Andrea Bocelli´s ¨Con Te Partiro¨.
Larry
Dear Larry
Thank you once again for your perceptive comments. Yes, Oh Henry is definitely a precursor to this article. As is Nostalgia. Your vivid imagery is also very appropriate. Thank you for being my faithful correspondent. Sparky
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