![]() I return to Paris, go from there to Tokyo, from there to Milan and Lake Como, then back here. A cabin? A covered bridge? A barn? I want to be there, for real, on that path, under those maples, moving slowly toward that dark, summoning something. Moving to the desk and gazing more closely, I see a vague, dark, summoning something at the end of the path. By now I know the name of this particular wallpaper or background or whatever it is: Autumn. I sit on the couch and stare at that rustic path and those big old maple trees.
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