A withered leaf clings way up high,
a dark, lorn blot against the sky.
It clutches to its twig, forlorn,
determined. It will NOT blow on.
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Living the Aging Life 
This is a wonderful teaching. Tenacity.
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this leaf is truly determined to hold on. There are no other leaves on the tree.
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