In case you missed the memo, I live in Texas. Just for a second, picture Texas in your mind. You just pictured horses, tumbleweeds, and cowboys, right? There wasn't a single tree in that image. That's because Texas is the worst. The few trees we do have look super unnatural and they don't change colors. Ever. Sometime in the late winter the leaves just rot and plop to the ground in a horrible, soggy mush.
LUCKILY I lived in places (namely Indiana) that actually experienced seasons. I reached into the recesses of my brain to pull out my distant memories of leaves in the fall. I kinda failed at 1) picking colors that show up in stamps 2) smearing the topcoat.
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