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We wrapped up warm and went out with the kids their bikes, past oak trees two hundred years old. We collected acorns and chestnuts and bark for an Autumn project Son, 5, is doing at school.

I love October. Kerouac wrote “October is the sweetest month. In October, everyone goes home.”

It’s great to think those trees were planted before my oldest known relative was even born and will stand there long after me and the kids are gone, still producing acorns for other children to collect in later Octobers when they go out on with their dads on bicycles.

Or hovver boards. Or maybe they won’t even have dads. Maybe they were spawned from cells or some type of DNA graft. I’m not sure, but I do know about the acorns.

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