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Today the maple tree is a green mass on a dark trunk. All evidence of branch is sunken, hidden, peaking only in the flourish of wind. The leaves are now fully unfurled, downward arcs in overlapping groups, chunky oil paint blots. The breeze is cool and the sun warm. Every hue vibrant and sharp, the green weight of it all held upright, stretching.


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