Twilight Leaves



The days flitted away like so many leaves in early autumn, John would not speak of the illness for another month. By December, the remaining leaves were numbered, clinging to a life force that had given in to despair.

Winter arrived overnight unwitnessed. Time and change are fickle that way. The cold snap began the hibernation; a deep sleep as peaceful as it is deceptive, with the power to take more than a handful of hours and reduce man and beast alike, to a mound of fallen leaves.


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