'There is no air, no breath at all. The leaves are so light
that they sidle on their going downward, hesitating in that which is not void to
them, and touching at last so intangible to the earth with which they are to
merge, that the gesture is much gentler than a greeting, and even more discreet
than a discreet touch. The failing of leaves. Here the next season but we are still in the summer breeze mood'...SUMMER SALE......
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