As the air grew crisper, the leaves and I let go. Falling softly. In a way, still falling. Not sure yet where to land. Just stretching our arms towards the earth, trusting that somehow, it will catch us.
As the air grew crisper, the leaves and I let go. Falling softly. In a way, still falling. Not sure yet where to land. Just stretching our arms towards the earth, trusting that somehow, it will catch us.
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