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I glance outside from my second story window, I can see how gentle the wind sways the leaves on the tree. Back and forth, back and forth. I can hear them rustling with every breeze. I feel a peaceful sadness, as I watch from inside. How beautifully free, coming and going as it pleases, this beautiful tree. The roots are grounded, deep within the soil, but not the leaves, they come and go as they please. My roots are forever grounded, but not my leaves, they are forever reminders, that I am still free.

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