A RAKE’S PROGRESS
Sep 01, 2018
2 minutes
By Philip Gulley
I live in the same small Indiana town where I was raised, and much about it has changed, except its fragrance, especially in the autumn, when the scent of burning leaves rises up from smoky piles in the alleyways, even though the town sends everyone a letter asking people to rake their leaves to the curb
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