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we walk the bed of cedar, a new wind out of the north, stop to watch a diving loon, admire rocks at land's edge awash in teal and cobalt blues, snakes--two of them--faded brown, an Indian paintbrush swaying in orange. Now overhead the whisper of wings-- eight swans in muted flight above the meadow where Emma's house once stood, sturdy rock and log foundation vanishing slowly into the earth. Our hands grasp more tightly... the last swan disappears... - Sharon Auberle
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