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As a child, I watched the sky through leaves. My gaze intently on the glimmer surrounding these leaves, the sky a backdrop to the words I could not hear. I know now, after reading about it often, that my experience is not a unique one —perhaps now it is as children spend less time in nature. There was life in those leaves, I was witness to their existence. I went on a walk in nature with my family, us and the quietness of trees. I noticed how much I yearned for the smell of the rotting leaves, the moistness of the grass, the playfulness of the mushrooms —I still hate the bladder inconveniences. I look at the leaves on the trees, then on the ground, painting a path of purgatorial colours; I watched the leaves as when I was a child. Each one their story, fleeting consciousness. Each one staring back in gladness, for I have noticed them. At peace with their fleeting existence. Little friends, sharing the world with us, those who wonder about their path. The world alive. #100words_100days…

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