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           Lightdescendinginfloodsdissolvedtheseparatefoliationintoonegreenmound.

           Thebirdssangpassionatesongsaddressedtooneearonlyandthenstopped.Bubblingandchucklingtheycarriedlittlebitsofstrawandtwigtothedarkknotsinthehigherbranchesofthetrees.Giltandpurpledtheyperchedinthegardenwhereconesoflaburnumandpurpleshookdowngoldandlilac,fornowatmiddaythegardenwasallblossomandprofusionandeventhetunnelsundertheplantsweregreenandpurpleandtawnyasthesunbeatthroughtheredpetal,orthebroadyellowpetal,orwasbarredbysomethicklyfurredgreenstalk.

           Thesunstruckstraightuponthehouse,makingthewhitewallsglarebetweenthedarkwindows.Theirpanes,woventhicklywithgreenbranches,heldcirclesofimpenetrabledarkness.Sharp-edgedwedgesoflightlayuponthewindow-sillandshowedinsidetheroomplateswithbluerings,cupswithcurvedhandles,thebulgeofagreatbowl,thecrisscrosspatternintherug,andtheformidablecornersandlinesofcabinetsandbookcases.Behindtheirconglomerationhungazoneofshadowinwhichmightbeafurthershapetobedisencumberedofshadoworstilldenserdepthsofdarkness.

           Thewavesbrokeandspreadtheirwatersswiftlyovertheshore.Oneafteranothertheymassedthemselvesandfell;thespraytosseditselfbackwiththeenergyoftheirfall.Thewavesweresteepeddeep-bluesaveforapatternofdiamond-pointedlightontheirbackswhichrippledasthebacksofgreathorsesripplewithmusclesastheymove.Thewavesfell;withdrewandfellagain,likethethudofagreatbeaststamping.