“Wind is the sacred music of the leaves; wherever and whenever the wind blows, over there leaves start their holy dancing frantically!”
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“When leaves have to let go of the tree, they wear their best colors and they dance all the way to the ground.”
― Finding Home
― Finding Home
“Come, little leaves," said the Wind one day, "Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; For Summer is past, and the days grow cold.”
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