This is the time of year for a favourite Old English word: the leaves are 'fallowing', from the verb fealwian, 'to turn yellow-gold'. In Anglo-Saxon poetry fealo (fallow) is the pale golden shade of fire, linden shields, sword hilts and autumn leaves. They fallow, then they fall.
@bolobeii i'm also a relentless side sleeper and i just slept on my hand so my ear was elevated lol, but ik some ppl also use those donut pillows to get around it
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@beowulfbbi when I don’t get As on my anthropology essays and realize that I don’t immediately excel at a style of writing I haven’t been practicing since high school 😭😭😭