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I suddenly became aware, as I walked up the hill into the woods for the first time since spring, of a carpet of fresh green acorns underfoot. Acorns. In early September. I stood a long while gazing down over the valley, a bright lime-coloured acorn nestling in the palm of my hand. There’s something magical, moving about acorns.

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