Something I Wrote

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The new leaf that had once fallen on the fresh dirt was now crumpled, and dried up. No worms dared to inch across, and no pollen flew to their old home. The cold fall air whispered warnings to the fellow creatures of the forest. Trees looked at the dead leaf in dismay, and soon enough, that dead and grey leaf was forgotten. For good.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 19, 2016 ⏰

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