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  the great gleam among the poplars! It is his singing outshines the noise of leaves clashing in the wind. 

WOMAN WALKING

An oblique cloud of purple smoke across a milky silhouette of house sides and tiny trees— a little village— that ends in a saw edge of mist-covered trees on a sheet of grey sky.

To the right, jutting in, a dark crimson corner of roof. To the left, half a tree:

—what a blessing it is to see you in the street again, powerful woman, coming with swinging haunches, breasts straight forward, supple shoulders, full arms and strong, soft hands (I've felt them) carrying the heavy basket. I might well see you oftener! And for a different reason 