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its 3 a.m. i cannot sleep. i can hear the leaves rustle in the wind just outside my front door. they’re dried up this time of year. a whisper of what they used to be. they’re no longer strong, supple. they’ve whithered away, its the end of their life. a gentle breeze is all it [...]

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