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6 THE ORANGE LEAVES rocked back and forth through the air as if someone was scraping the rust off the sunset. The chair we doused in gasoline burned, howling from the corner of the field. Its flame bent sideways in the wind, touched the tall dry grass, and the entire meadow burned until it was black as a parking lot. Walking across its smoldering coat we found a white deer antler that refused to burn and some chromed beer cans that blew away as we neared. The huddling evergreens turned their backs and kept to themselves. 7 The field’s remaining embers, drawn upward, were pieces of the evening moon leaving for home. ...

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