Autumn returns, meaning that somewhere in Maine, a dog named Stella is the happiest girl.
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Does she remember piles of leaves from years past? Or does the memory fade just enough that the distant hum of the leaf-blower and earthy whiff triggers a Proustian memory of leaves’ existence and the way they form Labrador-sized piles, with fresh wonder and curiosity of possibilities only a dog can imagine, and if so, what is that? The moral of this story is LEAVES!!!!
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