Faint, stippled green and dusty yellow, every surface now bears the breath-marks of trees— A fine flour, the sifted meal from greenswards and croplands. A sudden breeze, a drizzle— This week, the flowering cherry; last week, shreds of Bradford Pear. Auroras in the sky, the muffled cry of some animal. Fish shaking free winter's scales of ice.
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