It was cold, but no colder than yesterday. The leaves whistled on their branches as the wind blew. Softly. Gently. Coldly. I watched the last of the shops close for the day. I watched the owners walk home. Their two legs bristly moving in the dark. Afraid of the cold, afraid of the dark, afraid of themselves. I could only watch. Watch as the leaves finally tore free from their branches. Watch as they glided through the air. Watch as the birds joined their chorus. The grasshoppers playing in perfect harmony. And I watched.
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