I love watching the leaves fall from the Chinese Elm trees that line my street, not unlike the neighborhood where I lived as a child. I imagine I’m one of those tiny leaves, and when I truly let go of what no longer serves me, I feel light and free.
I love watching the leaves fall from the Chinese Elm trees that line my street, not unlike the neighborhood where I lived as a child. I imagine I’m one of those tiny leaves, and when I truly let go of what no longer serves me, I feel light and free.
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