Oak

"It's leafing! Woah, it's leafing out," yelled the kids as crinkly brown leaves rained down on their heads. The sun was bright but low, and the air smelled of rusty pine needles. Soon, the sky would be dark at this time of day, and we'd be around the fireplace, looking out. 

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