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THE SONG The tree, cut down this morning, is already chainsawed and quartered, stripped of its branches, transported and stacked. Not an instant too early, its girl slipped away. She is singing now, a small figure glimpsed in the surface of the pond. As the wood, if taken too quickly, will sing a little in the stove, still remembering her. 10 ...

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