My 12/09/25 is a single oak leaf hanging suspended in late light, its surface a mosaic of color. Veins glow like thin stained glass, mapping where the season has burned through. Fragile, weathered, but stubbornly vivid, it carries autumn’s last spark.

Chuck Arning

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