B.R.T. 16.07 - Gentle Touch

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 Down it drifted, fluttering as it fell...a single, dry, shaken leaf. 
 On the weeping girl's hand it landed...tears splashed upon it...
 and suddenly in her blind darkness she could see it...

 Light through leaves...
 a tree...
 and under that tree...

 Everything!

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