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Leaves bear witness to our lives. They preserve thoughts, desires, and the salty taste of tears. Leaves arewell versed in farewells and returns.They also preserve light hearted happiness and melancholy. Aimlessly they travel, running, dancing, and resting while gazing upward. They live in the Seasons, and their words are muted by the footsteps of human life. Eventually leaves will grow old and shatter, while being dispersed and thrust by the wind. Our life’s dance is vut small glimpses in the grandness of the universe. At times we need to break through our boundaries, and spread our wings. Our existence does not differ greatly from that of a leaf, whose beginning lies in the arms of a branch.
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