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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.
Cloudy with tiny air bubbles, the light sparkles as it refracts through clear liquid and thick glass. The bubbles rise and dissipate. What was magic becomes everyday.