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Sometimes, if you stop, you will see which way the wind blows the maple keys — waves of forest crawling until knees creak. Sometimes, they won’t tell, and instead suck sugar cubes from Danny’s pocketbook.
Sarah Papple
Sometimes, if you stop, you will see which way the wind blows the maple keys — waves of forest crawling until knees creak. Sometimes, they won’t tell, and instead suck sugar cubes from Danny’s pocketbook.