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What do I see when I see a fallen leaf?

I see the green…now just a distant memory. I see the tree upon which it lushly grew.

I see the soil that nourished that tree. The clouds…the sunlight…all of nature that came together to birth this now dying leaf. And soon it’ll mingle with the earth again and rise anew. So let me take a moment…to take it in my hands and gently repair the holes and cracks in gold thread…to celebrate the leaf…the sun…the stars…the rain…the earth…our fleeting and interconnected lives.

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