The Last Leaf

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  “The day slowly passed. As it grew dark, they could still see the leaf hanging from its branch against the wall. And then, as the night  came, the north wind began again to blow. The rain still beat against the windows. When it was light enough the next morning, Johnsy again commanded that she be allowed to see. The leaf was still there.” “The Last Leaf” A Short Story by O Henry (1905)

What We Missed While Driving

sweet smells breezed in from the woods . . .


sunshine and the joy of shade . . .


spiders laying out welcome mats . . .


 wild flowers, sweet berries . . .


 a new perspective . . . 


sassafrass and prickly pears . . .


 the sound of silence . . .


 how sweet cold water really tastes . . .




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