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Today the maple tree is a swaying mass, and then a still solid body of dense greenery. There are roughly assembled clouds in the distance, small and white, barely enough to see. But they're there, drifting out from behind the leaf cover, gliding along on the very same currents the swallows use to catch gnats and mosquitoes in the afternoon dim.


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