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The Autumn Tree

I stood before a tree, brilliant in its autumn array,

reflecting the sun's light with a spectrum of vivid

colors. I approached, desiring to capture a sample

of its beauty, and took a leaf.

Studying my prize closely, I realized that it was

actually rather dull, and lacked the stunning colors

of the tree, as though my leaf was a bulb removed

from a string of lights.

I held the leaf high against the crystal blue where the

sunlight caught it. It shimmered with a beauty of its

own, but it could not match the majesty of the tree.

I turned back and there it stood, still glowing like

a beacon.

I wondered how this unspectacular leaf, and all the

imperfect others like it, could produce such

magnificence simply through community.

I dreamed I was a leaf, surrounded by others like me,

yet each of us different than any other. Together we

adorned a tree. And when the face of the sun shone

upon us, our imperfections faded, and we gleamed and

dazzled with color and brilliance as though we were

the very sun itself.
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