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The afternoon breathes itself to sleep.
A few old Shellbarks and the Sugar Maples
stretch themselves across the pools,
gently letting go, one leaf with each breath.
I can't tell exactly when an individual
touches the glassine surface,
I only notice that their drifting has ceased,
and a journey into earth has begun.
A ripple marks the moment.
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