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For my dad: Peter Green
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You’re stilling in a park. It’s a beautiful day – warm for the time of year. The sky is a brilliant deep blue. Against the sky, near the top of the tree, you see a single leaf. It’s a very bright reddish-orange. As you’re looking at it the leaf quivers and begins to fall. It tumbles down, drifting across the sky. You turn your head slightly to follow it. It drifts down, slowly, then lands on the ground in a place where many other leaves have fallen before… |
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