One Sunday. Sitting in this peaceful park, on the same bench where I’ve liked to stop time for so long, I observe. A majestic tree to my left. Time and lack of maintenance have played their part. All that remains on this poor tree are a few leaves, which the light winds are enough to dislodge. One of the leaves takes flight, and I play along to follow i…
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