Have you ever seen leaves on a river at night? For a moment, it looks like they may touch and be joined together on their journey down the river, until they become so waterlogged that they sink. But at least they are not solitary for their nocturnal travel. But as you watch, maybe the wind blows, or there is a ripple you couldn't see...and the leaves slowly drift apart. And the leaves are separate once more.
For that moment, when the leaves are about to touch, it seems as if the world holds its breath. Maybe God lays a wager to see if the leaves will touch, or spin away from each other. The river ripples, the wind blows. The leaves touch, briefly, and glide away from each other. They spiral into the night.
What I would like to know is...who won the bet?
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