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The leaves fell as you sat by the fire pit outside your grandmother's home. She could still walk then, before age and nature robbed her of her independence. Why, she was only as old as your parents are today. The taste of chocolate and marshmallow went so well with the smells of firewood and foliage, but as you sat, winter began to creep into your soul.