The body lay face down in the black, still pool, the mournful hiss of wind gasping through the upper branches and leaves, in lushious summer green, at the sun-touched solar reaches of the ancient oaks and maple and birch. A weeping willow on the far edge of the dismal pond, extended its branches of narrow light-green leaves, over the entire width of th…
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