Sometimes something gets born with attitude. Once it comes along it holds your gaze and stares you down. In that quiet moment fight, flight and freeze each play out the scenario, weighing all options. Appraise, adjust, examine. The wind stirs the air, a leaf falls and it's gone. Left only with the wind the leaf and the feeling.
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