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Meeting in the middle
Kathy Bradley
If I am still and quiet, I can hear spring. Bees, fat like overstuffed cigars, are humming over the shrubbery. The wind chimes are ringing lazily in a breeze that swoops over the just-cut fields and brakes quickly with the resistance of the house.
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