The Falling Leaf

Snap. A breath of wind catches me, caressing my crisp folds as I drift slowly down. Warm orange light shines through me, illuminating a network of life. Gliding now until with a gentle kiss, I reach my brethren lying gleaming, dreaming of what once was. The old oak tree stands proud and dormant, waiting for the next year.

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