leaves_are_snow raze there were leaves. i know there were. i saw them. they were here just hours ago, and here for all the weeks and months that sheltered other hours while they lived and died. flattened structures of higher plants. wild confetti not thrown but given up by hands that grew too weak to hold anything that mattered, save for the few flakes of coral life that wedged themselves between desiccated knuckles so nothing could move them. now the leaves are snow. all is white. all is quiet. but not silent. never that. there's always a bit of breath blown by some unseen ally or antagonist, some oversight too sharp to call itself a caress and too thin to be a breeze, but strong enough to make itself known. 211229 what's it to you? who go blather from