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Locust [128] Serenade#...?
Locust
Tattered, torn and yet the flag still rises — limp. Traffic crosses the bridge with a rumble, softer at sunset. Under an orange-gold sky the yellow green leaves do not notice the passing of the day. Unlike me they feel tomorrow in a waft of air or rising sap — budding another baby leaf to live its life.
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