Comrades red, eager;
They whisper: "You first, brother!"
One by one, we leap.
How does it work?
This is a fun take on the challenge! I love the idea of the leaves bravely jumping off on an adventure.
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This is a fun take on the challenge! I love the idea of the leaves bravely jumping off on an adventure.