Autumn Leaves
She clung on tight, fighting to remain where others had already fallen, lain on the ground and swept away.
The wind unrelenting, rushing, swirling, forceful.
She lost her grip, a brief moment of silence before her final descent, but the fear now replaced by comfort as she danced and swirled, lifted in peace.
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