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When morning came, into the yard he stepped. Upon the ground were old dead leaves. In that moment, he knew he had life. For he, just as the leaves of the tree, had changed. His whole life had changed.

As the sugar ran to his head and back down again, so did the rhythm of his life.

The scenery was peaceful. Just as inside.

Regarding the truth, he had his wisdom.

Now, he had his heart again.

From the dirt to the sky to the fields.

Now, a time of renewal and peace.