MAGICAL REALISM
Made of Leaves
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5 min readJan 24, 2024
I am made of leaves. Now. It was not always so. Once I was just a boy. But now. I am made of leaves. Like comings and goings. But. Mostly leaves.
Sometimes the wind whistles when she blows through. A rustle of longing for something that has left or is no longer here. Leaves.
I am something like a bush but less. I am leaves but I am also flesh. I know nothing…