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slight wind makes the leaves wave to me, and now I am not alone.

what are they wanting from me.

do the know I am home alone.

Their photosynthesized leaves catch the fall sunlight, as they wave harder to me.

I want to have a conversation with them.

understand, what it means to wave at a lonely stranger.


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