Raking Leaves

Night is drawing near and I’m … raking leaves.

I enjoy raking leaves. It’s weird I know but … it’s what I enjoy.


Instead of pushing the leaves away from me with the push broom, I like to push them towards me. It doesn’t matter that it rained last night and everything is still partially wet. The clouds hovered in the sky today but not one raindrop fell.

Leaves — leaves — leaves.


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