Leaves dance down the dark street.
Is it beginning to rain?
Is that mist?
Is that the rustle of leaves?
Quiet.
Listen.
Listen - to still, ever so faint whisper of leaves as they take center stage.
Quiet.
Ssh...
Did you hear the wind?
Did you hear the rustle-bustle-tussle of their crisp-layered-organza-paper-thin-sheath like dresses?
Oh no!
Is that a thunderstorm?
Is that rain?
Could it be the refreshing breeze of an autumn evening?
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