Slowly, with the advancing season, small accretions of dry leaves appear on the pavements. Likewise, the stresses of the imminent new term start to pile up and, less expectedly, new pleasures and interests pile up too as some sweet new faces peer around my door and publicity arrives for alluring cultural events. I find myself marshalling the latter, trying to ensure they are the larger pile. This doesn't really work, though, any more than blowing hopefully on a tree would bring the leaves down - these accretions happen through the natural forces of things.
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