The leaves of memory seemed to make a mournful rustling in the dark. They drifted from the tress, slowly falling, one by one. A small girl stood below the tree chasing them, hoping to catch them. As her hands grasped each leaf it crumbled, shattered by her touch. She watched them blow away, scattering amongst lovers, friends, and those who are alone.
The leaves were stepped on carelessly, blindly. They fell into the rivers and streams, drowning. The little girl made it her quest to retrieve these leaves. She would chase and find each leaf to preserve and protect its beauty. She picked up the closest fallen leaf and saw a lover crying, holding hands with a man lost.
The girl gasped, the colour robbed from her face.
“I’ll find your memories” she promised.
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