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Ground Zero

The Leaf fell,
gracefully dancing,
twirling and bending away from its branch.
Frozen frame of a dying "it",
he wondered if it has a heartbeat.
Embraced by the wind,
it felt the chill and the sadness.
How painful it was to part...
and liberating at the same time.
Multiple shots in different angles.
The wind swept it off,
and the child slowly walked away.

20 May 08

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The leaf is me
I am the leaf
We are a leaf
and I like this.
 — mindbodysoul

thank you mindbodysoul :)
 — markfelician

: )
 — mindbodysoul

now this is neat. do away with the apostrophe in |3.
thanks for the read.
: )
 — fractalcore

done :)
 — markfelician

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