Sitting around, watching lakewater lap the shore, the sun seemed to lift leaves off the ground, twirling them once or twice, and leaving them to swelter, stopped in time, as they fell to the lake’s mouth and fish pulled them below. The world was still. Past arguments were sifted through with ease and explained with a depth that caused me to understand the meaning of life. Of course, I didn’t hear a word- I was busy watching the leaves grow and imagining conversations I wasn’t having, but I still knew. The leaves told me. The fish’s told me. Nothing told me. No one is here.
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