To float, to fly – to fly, perchance to drop – ay, there’s the rub, for where to land and lay and whither in the bitter cold?
“Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar.”
Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing
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