It is the time of the year when the elm trees here in the centre of my beloved Mokum start losing their seeds, corn flakes as one lady customer called them once, fluttering in the morning hurls of wind around the church tower in soft pastel colors, yellow, light brown and red, the air is full of them, a sight not all that unfamilar to me, a sight coming back to my Dutch blue shiners every spring, a sight I look forward to when I return from my wintery stints in Thailand...
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