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I told her about the leaf blowing in the wind and she replied that the leaf is then subject to the wind's whims... but, as I consider the leaves spiraling in gorgeous brilliant hues of cascading joy... the leaves are free the leaves dance down fulfilling their purpose and leaves do not know fear, they do not chart their course before their fall.
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Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
Autumn
I told her about the leaf blowing in the wind and she replied that the leaf is then subject to the wind's whims... but, as I consider the leaves spiraling in gorgeous brilliant hues of cascading joy... the leaves are free the leaves dance down fulfilling their purpose and leaves do not know fear, they do not chart their course before their fall.
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Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
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