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Yesterday, as I was walking, I noticed that the leaves floating down through the air paused just a second on their way down as if they wanted to stay aloft. I wondered, then, if leaves are meant for flight. Do they possess a remnant of the life of the tree they came from? Do they possess sentience or a will of their own? I picked one up, keeping it to photograph. On my way back home, I saw the wind pick up a leaf in front of me, then another and another... soon a whirlwind of leaves passed over and around me. It seemed the universe, or the leaves, answered me. They knew I held their friend captive in my hand. "Just a photo, and then I'll let it go," and later I did. :) Further on, I heard a powerful rustling in the woods behind me, and a great whirlwind brought golden-brown leaves high into the air. It's no coincidence, they said, that leaves resemble feathers.

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