"Hindsight, Nostalgia, and Retrospection"
It's not until there's an earth-shattering, ever-loving splinter in things do people pay any attention. Not until things are irrevocably, irreparably damaged. Only then do they wish that fallen leaves and acorns would take wing, fluttering, hurtling back to the trees, fastening themselves back into place.
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