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Caught by the back windscreen wiper, flattened against the blackened glass. It flutters gently as the car moves off. Yellowing with age, ripped from its tree by the autumnal fall, it gives its last display.
Turning for two hundred years, the wheel still runs. Tarnished with age, it moves in its slow circle, helping millers grind the flour for many generations yet.