The wind blows...
The wind blows. It hugs the limb of the tree moving outwards to where it tickles the leaves.
One leaf is plucked through this process. It falls to the ground.
It's trampled by the living. Smaller pieces forced into the ground.
Dissolved by the fungus among us. Decay makes way for new life to feed upon the dead.
All is still.
One leaf is plucked through this process. It falls to the ground.
It's trampled by the living. Smaller pieces forced into the ground.
Dissolved by the fungus among us. Decay makes way for new life to feed upon the dead.
All is still.
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