The Distant Summer

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The tree was gone. Mara stood on the porch. The oak was not there. Only a stump. It was brown. It was wet. It smelled of rot. She looked up. The sky was white. It was bright. It hurt her eyes. She blinked. The stump remained. It was ugly. It was empty. She turned inside. The house was quiet. Dust motes danced in the light. She went to the desk. The phone was there. It was black. It was silent....

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