The Wistful Mountain

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The larches stand. They do not move. They hold the line against the wind with a silence that feels heavy, like a held breath. You watch them from the edge of the town. The town is small. It sits in a bowl of green hills. The air smells of cut grass and damp stone. You are young. Your shoes are muddy. You are looking for the bird. You have been looking for it for three days. It is a wryneck. Or...

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