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Need to rake, rake the underbrush where fallen leaves begin to blow and rush across the forest floors in flutters or lay thick piled in the gutters. Where is that rake with its steel spikes ready and able to eradicate the flight of leaves piled deep and high racing along the horizontal land and sky. Rake, rake, rake give that deciduous tree a sturdy shake until every leaf has fallen down and the forest lay silent without a sound. Along the paths, just at the edge we need to rake the leaves beneath the hedge, blow and mulch this undergrowth until it's cleared with every stroke. Is that okay, to do it in the winds of autumns play with fires in the distant sky threatening woodland creatures, human lives? Finland didn't know they had the answer for this devastating show of Californians worst historic tragedies that brought most every empathetic dreamer to their knees.

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