Worlds away on another continent, a leaf falls, observed by a contemplative stranger relaxing on a park bench. A hint of a breeze catches the leaf in mid-fall and toys with it - delaying the inevitable.
How strange are we; observing the same events - worlds away - not realising that these events are the common thread between us?
How strange are we; not realising that we are all waiting for our own leaf to drop, for our own ode to come seeping from the corner?
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