It is actually a simple metaphor. As autumn just arrives Lincoln and the weather is ready for winter, leaves change their colors. However 'change' may not be a suitable to describe the process. The leaves lose their colors as they lose one of parts that define green;
whenever we change from which defines who we are, perhaps we do not really change from a kind to another kind, we probably lose something and gain nothing.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
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