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May 28, 2003

8:00 one soft spring morning. All is motionless, the sky lying like a film upon the water. And on it — floating, sliding: ten geese in two loose gatherings, each held to the others as if strung on hidden threads. Moving across the water’s surface they form changing constellations, all of them Cygnus.
On the road’s paved surface the outline of a perching crow pulses like a heart enmeshed within a net of shadow-branches.
The hemlocks and the firs, their branches fringed and tassled with a tender new perimeter of pale-green growth. A light breeze tousles through the boughs: a million-fingered forest-creature flaunts her freshly-painted nails.




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